Is it all in that pretty little head of yours
that goes on in that place in the dark?
Well, I used to know a girl, and I couldn't swan
that her name was Lovana Dirt.
Oh,
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 was Veronica.
She gets up close and waits and has her eyes put on her cover,
kind of hiding all the time.
She laughs and goes and shouts her name at Steven Close.
Veronica.
Veronica.
She closed her eyes upon the world and
picked upon the bones of last week's news.
She spoke his name out loud again.
She gets up close and waits and has her eyes put on her cover,
kind of hiding all the time.
She laughs and goes and shouts her name at Steven Close.
Veronica.
Veronica.
Veronica.
Veronica.
Veronica sits in her 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.
She used to have a carefree mind of her own,
with a devilish look in her eye,
saying,
you can call me anything you like,
but my name is Veronica.
She gets up close and waits and has her eyes put on her cover,
kind of hiding all the time.
She laughs and goes and shouts her name at Steven Close.
Veronica.
Veronica.