What a fool I was, what dominated fool,
to think that you were the earth and the sky,
What a fool I was, What an elevated fool,
What a mutton-headed dolt was I!
No, my reverberated friend,
you are not the beginning and the end.
You impudent hussy there's not an idea in your head or a word in your mouth that I haven't put there.

There'll be spring every year without you. England still will be here without you.
There'll be [bad word] on the tree.
And a shore by the sea.
There'll be [bad word] and tea without you.

Art and music will thrive without you. Somehow Keats will survive without you.
And there still will be rain on that plain down in Spain,
even that will remain without you.
I can do without you.

You, dear friend, who taught so well,
You can go to Hartford, Hereford and Hampshire.

They can [bad word] with land without you.
Windsor Castle will stand without you.
And without much ado we can all muddle through without you.

You brazen hussy,

Without your pulling it, the [bad word] in
without your twirling it the Earth can spin,
Without your pushing them, the clouds roll by,
If they can do without you, ducky, so can I
I shall not feel alone without you
I can stand on my own without you
So go back in your shell
I can do bloody well
Without...

By George, I really did it,
I did it, I did it,
I said I'd make a woman and indeed I did,
I knew that I could do it,
I knew it, I knew it,
I said I'd make a woman and succeed I did!

Eliza you are wonderful