I will confess to you
  Because you made me think about the times
  You turn the picture on to me and I'll turn over
  The vision was a masterpiece of comic timing
  But you wouldn't laugh at all
  And I wonder what the boy was thinking
  The picture was an old collage of something classical
  The model with a tragic air
  Because without a doubt he'd given up the fight
  The ghost of somebody at his side
  
  I will confess to you
  Because I didn't think about the message
  As I walked down the alleyway it was a Sunday
  And all my friends deserted me because you painted me
  As the fraud I really was
  And if you think you see with just your eyes you're mad
  'Cause Lisa learned a lot from putting on a blindfold
  When she knew she had been bad
  She met another blind kid at a fancy dress
  It was the best sex she ever had
  
  I'll send a dress to you
  Because it's needing badly taken in
  But I was so embarressed when I missed your party
  It was me that paid for it eventually
  Because you know how much I wanted
  To meet your friend the star of stage and local press
  The dream of all the bowlie boys that hang around here
  And I'm no different from the rest
  I'm not too proud to say that I'm okay with
  The girl next door who's famous for showing her breasts
  
  You're not impressed by me
  But it's a funny way for you to tell me
  A whisper in a choir stall
  The man was talking about you simultaneously
  Frankly, I let my heavy eyelids flutter
  Because I have been sleeping badly lately
  I know you were historical from all the books I've read
  But I thought you could be bluffing
  And with this chance I've missed I feel remiss
  It's days and months before I see you again