I was listening to this conversation
Noticing my daydream stimulated me more
I was crumbling with anticipation
You´d better send me home before I tumble down to the floor

You´re so beautiful but oh so boring
I´m wondering what am I doing here
So beautiful but oh so boring, I´m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the curlers in your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?

Something´s glistening in my imagination
Motorvatin´ something close to breaking the law
Wait a mo´ before you take me down to the station
I´ve never known a one who´d make me suicidal before

She was so beautiful but oh so boring
I´m wondering what was I doing there
So beautiful but oh so boring, I´m wondering
If anyone out there really cares
About the colour of your hair
My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?