Veronica

Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
 What goes on in that place in the dark?
 Well, I used to know a girl and I could have sworn
 That her name was Veronica
 Well, she used to have a carefree mind of her own
 And a delicate look in her eye
 These days, I'm afraid, she's not even sure
 If her name is Veronica
 Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
 Veronica has gone to hide?
 And all the time she laughs at those
 Who shout her name and steal her clothes
 Veronica, Veronica
 Veronica (Veronica)
 Did her days drag by, did the favors wane?
 Did he roam down the town all the while?
 Will you wake from your dream with a wolf at the door
 Reaching out for Veronica?
 Well, it was all of 65 years ago
 When the world was the street where she lived
 And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
 With a picture of Veronica
 On the Empress of India
 And as she closed her eyes upon the world
 And picked upon the bones of last week's news
 She spoke his name out loud again
 Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
 Veronica has gone to hide?
 And all the time she laughs at those
 Who shout her name and steal her clothes
 Veronica, Veronica
 Veronica (Veronica)
 Veronica sits in the favorite chair
 She sits very quiet and still
 And they call her a name that they never get right
 And if they don't, then nobody else will
 But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
 With devilish look in her eye
 Saying, "You can call me anything you like
 But my name is Veronica"
 Do you suppose that waiting hands on eyes
 Veronica has gone to hide?
 And all the time she laughs at those
 Who shout her name and steal her clothes
 Veronica, Veronica
 Oh (oh-oh-oh)
 Veronica