I was listening to this conversation

Noticing my daydream stimulated me more

I was crumbling with anticipation

You'd better send me home

Before I tumble down to the floor

You're so beautiful but oh so boring

I'm wondering what am I doing here

So beautiful but oh so boring'

I'm wondering

If anyone out there really cares

About the curlers in your hair

My little golden baby'

Where have all your birds flown now

Something's glistening in my imagination

Motorvatin' something close to breaking the law

Wait a mo'

Before you take me down to the station

I've never known a one

Who'd make me suicidal before

She was so beautiful but oh so boring

I'm wondering what was I doing there

So beautiful but oh so boring'

I'm wondering

If anyone out there really cares

About the colour of your hair

My little golden baby'

Where have all your birds flown now

She was so beautiful but oh so boring

I'm wondering what was I doing there

So beautiful but oh so boring'

I'm wondering

If anyone out there really cares

About the colour of your hair

My little golden baby'

Where have all your birds flown now