Veronica
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?What goes on in that place in the dark?Well I used to know a girl and I could have swornThat her name was Veronica
Well she used to have a carefree mind of her ownAnd a delicate look in her eyeThese days I'm afraid she's not even sureIf her name is Veronica
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,Veronica has gone to hide?And all the time she laughs at those who shoutHer name and steal her clothesVeronicaVeronica
Did the days drag by? Did the favors wane?Did he roam down the town all the while?Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door,Reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years agoWhen the world was the street where she livedAnd a young man sailed on a ship in the seaWith a picture of Veronica
On the "Empress of India"And as she closed her eyes upon the worldAnd picked upon the bones of last week's newsShe spoke his name out loud again
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,Veronica has gone to hide?And all the time she laughs at those who shoutHer name and steal her clothesVeronicaVeronica
Veronica sits in her favorite chairAnd she sits very quiet and stillAnd they call her a name that they never get rightAnd if they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have a carefree mind of her ownWith devilish look in her eyeSaying "You can call me anything you like,But my name is Veronica"
Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,Veronica has gone to hide?And all the time she laughs at those who shoutHer name and steal her clothesVeronicaVeronicaOh Veronica