Cocker

The blue girls that bake in the sun. Skin falls in flakes from each one. Like leaves from autumn trees they float upon the breeze. These girls you have loved are slowly decaying. Ah. Drying out in the sun before your eyes. Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you. Oh. What have you done to earn their surprise? The flesh underneath candy-pink. Quite a strange affair one might think. They gasp and moan for air. Beached fish on your lawn-chair. These girls you have loved are slowly decaying. Ah. Drying out in the sun before your eyes. Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you. Oh. What have you done to earn their surprise? Fragments left at the end of the day. A pile of blue that is soon swept away. Goodbye, blue girls, goodbye. Would it be too much to cry? These girls you have loved have slowly decayed. Ah. They dried out in the sun before your eyes. Wild stares in your face they seem to accuse you. Oh. What did you do to earn their surprise?

Transcribed by Roger Granada