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'll 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'll stay aloof As my heart beats its 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 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
