You terrify the land
You are pestle and mortar
Your first love's New Order
Mother Nature's Son
King of the Everglades
Population: one
I write poetry for myself
I write poetry for myself

(Oh, baby)
Ooh
Ooh

You're a permanent figure of jacked up sorrow
I want you to love me
You send me a coffin of roses
I guess that's the way that things go these days
Take pills, for instance
I heard they're no good for you
I won't and I never will
She said, "I won't and I never will"
"I won't and I never will"
"I won't and I never will"
"I won't and I never will"
Blue eyes
Ooh, blue eyes

Oh, baby, can't you see they had it in for me?
They had it in for me, they had it in for me
Oh, baby, can't you see ("I won't and I never will")
They had it in for me? They had it in for me
Blue eyes
Ooh, ooh baby, you got those blue eyes

I sent a message in a bottle to the press
It said, "don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves"
"Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves"
"Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves"
I thumb through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves
I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

Blue eyes