She was bite...

I met her in miscellaneous

She was biting on her lip

We decided that speech was extraneous

And embarked on a trip

She said, "I've got my beauty and my youth"

I said, "You've got a strange perception of the truth"

And with a saxophone playing on the gramophone player

We decided to call it a truce

We called a yellow taxi cab to a blue kind of flat

Situated somewhere in the middle of the city

Shе showed me her cat and I gavе it a pat

And she told me that its name was "kitty"

With a loyalty usually reserved for royalty

I never gave it a blink of my eye

And, when the dawn broke, we were both filled with hope

'Cause I've been singing her a lullaby, that went like

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky

Every single story cocoons a lullaby

And all of Time is wondering 'round, wondering where to hide

Butterflies are ugly now, so caterpillars cocoon up and die

Die, they cocoon up and die

Die, they cocoon up and die

On St. Patrick's Day, we were both on our way

Buying a leprechaun flowers

I turned away, when I returned to pay

The man said she's been gone for hours

I went down to the sea, where I thought she would be

The dockyard down there was abandoned

At the old aerodrome, there was no one found home

Nor the fields where I really imagined she'd be

I hoped that she'd be, I watched and I waited to see

They say Mom's a mad hatter, and she'll never get better

I don't visit home, and I don't write her letters, but

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky

Every single story cocoons a lullaby

And the moon, as yet, has never dawned, most icebergs never thaw

Every single camel's back is broken by a single straw

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky

Every single story cocoons a lullaby

And all of Time is wondering 'round, wondering where to hide

Butterflies are ugly now, so caterpillars cocoon up and die