The Curtained Room

From inside the curtained room A voice asks, "Are you there?" "My darling, do I look alright? I've only one last thing to try" From the kirk to cafe copes In rows, royal seals and dressed up windows And early evening sign lights Up on High Street West, pedestrianised From the clock house to department store You search the aisles and pace the floor The foyer told, "Outside is cold But all are wrapped indoors" Could anyone have been more bored? And recognize the girl you were To those who saw Fiesta Drives And made up eyes and the numbers that you wore At the school, they wished to be like you On the famous streets, New York and Rome And beaches far away From under the hill and woodland groves Me, my, my, oh my, my My, my, my, oh my Me, my, oh my, my My, my, my, oh my Me, my, oh my, my, my My, my, my, oh my Me, my, oh my, my, my My, my, my, oh my Me, my, oh my, my, my My, my, my, oh my Me, my, oh my, my, my My, my, my, oh my