We speak in the store
 I'm a sensitive bore
 You seem markedly more
 And I'm oozing surprise

 But it's late in the day
 And you're well on your way
 What was golden went gray
 And I'm suddenly shy

 And the gatherin' floozies
 Afford to be choosy
 And all sneezing darkly
 In the dimming divide

 And I have read the right books
 To interpret your looks
 You were knocking me down
 With the palm of your eye

 This was unlike the story
 It was written to be
 I was riding its back
 When it used to ride me

 And we were galloping manic
 To the mouth of the source
 We were swallowing panic
 In the face of its force

 And I am blue
 I am blue and unwell
 Made me bolt like a horse

 Now it's done
 Watch it go
 You've changed some
 [bad word] from the snow

 I so dear?
 Do [bad word] rare?
 And you've changed some
 Peach, plum, pear...
 Peach, plum...