i used to think you were a boy
you played the violin
i used to think you were a boy
you played the violin

you would always shake around sixty-five
i wanted to know where i stood in your life
he is watching and he, he doesn't care

ooh it's easy now
now you're ?
yeah it's easy now
?

after everybody has gone
we'll go that country mend
well our eyes are shaped like South America

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Writer(s): CHARLES RICHARD HARROP WATSON, REBECCA LUCY TAYLOR