Girl Least Likely To

How many times have I been around?

Recycled papers paving the ground

Well she lives for the written word

And people come second, or possibly third

And there is no style, but I say: Well done

To the girl least likely to

Deep in my heart how I wish I was wrong

But deep in my heart I know I am not

And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain

Without my contribution

So I sit, and I smile, and I say: Well done

To the girl least likely to

Page after page of sniping rage

An English singe or an American tinge

There's a publisher, she said, in the new year

It's never in this year

I do think this but I can't admit it

To the girl least likely to

So one more song with no technique

One more song which seems all wrong

And though the news is bad again

See me as I am again

And the scales of Justice sway one way

In the rooms of those least likely to

Deep in my heart how I want to be wrong

But the moods and the styles too frequently change

From 21 to 25

From 25 to 29

And I sit and I smile and I say: Well done

To the girl least likely to

One more song about The Queen

Or standing around the shops with thieves

But somebody's got to make it!, she screams

So why, why can't it be me?

But she would die if we heard her sing

From the heart, which is hurt

So how many times will I shed a tear

And another stage averse to cheer

When you shine in the public eye, my dear

Please remember these nights

When I sit in support with a dutiful smile

Because there's nothing I can say

So chucking and churning and turning the knife

On everything, except your own life

And a clock somewhere strikes midnight

And an explanation it drains me

If only there could be a way

There is a different mood all over the world

A different youth, unfamiliar views

And dearest, it could all be for you

So will you come down and I'll meet you?

With no more poems, with nothing to hit home

Darling it's all for you

Darling it's all for you

Oh Darling it's all for you

Oh Darling it's all for you