A simple good morning
Or hello would have done
The silence 10 am
Not my idea of fun
The papers, the photos
Things were found in the fire

Something that you said
The look upon your face
Something in the way you hold me
I know what they say
I know what this means
I know that you never told me

A change of hair colour
Clairol baby-blond
I'm not quite used to it
It never takes too long
No makeup, no earrings
Nothing to identify me

Something that you said
The look upon your face
Something in the way you hold me
I know what they say
I know what this means
I know that you never told me