Liberty Print

Thoughts are getting hotter than the steam From my bathtub, it's keeping me clean What an ugly thing to do and say To tell you I want you I'd take you any old way Oh, then you'll see I like Liberty print Is that shallow of me? Oh, then you'll know I felt small in the Albert Hall Thoughts are getting hot, I stay aloof As my heart beats it's record of truth What a selfish thing to say and do To tell him I miss him, except now it's true Oh, he caused a scene on the ballroom floor Smashed my dream Oh, he got kicked out As all my friends came pouring out I don't think he really got over Fulfilling his dream to be a top goal scorer And I thought about the time he called me up And he asked if I loved him I wanted to hang up Oh, now I see He had a lot to give Wanted to give it to me Oh, and we live with grief You are still our boy Blue eyed baby Oh, what a terrible waste Of a young man's time You never did find peace Oh, it's no fun I had to visit your mother You were her only son I went to visit your mother You were her only son