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 would

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 shouts

Her name and steal

Her clothes

Veronica, veronica

Did the days

Drag by did the

Favors wane

Did he roam down

The town

All the time

Will you wake

From your dream

With a wolf

At the door

Reaching out for

V e r o n i c a

Well it was all

Of sixty~ five

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 up

On the world

And pick up

On 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 shouts

Her name and steal

Her clothes

Veronica, veronica

Veronica sits in

Her favorite chair

She sits very

Quiet and still

And they call

Her a name they

Never get right

And if they don't

Nobody else will

But she used to

Have a carefree

Mind of her own

And a 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 shouts

Her name and steal

Her clothes

Veronica, veronica