Talks about the cold on television,
Appetizing in the intermission.
Let's go look. Glued to the screen,
There she is, so terribly clean.
I love her.

Mrs. Gillespie, you know how to sell me.
You made me blow my mind with things you tell me.
Let's go look. Glued to the screen,
There she is, so terribly clean.
I love her.

Now she disappears back to the program.
I return to bed, feeling so low down.
Someone else is stealing my scene,
Fading away into a dream
About her.