Over and over
I paint myself blue
Just to green like a clover next to you
Overly earnest
I yearn to be loved
Just to falter and mess the whole thing up
Or play the staggered fool
Figuring how one and one and one made two
Lover be true
I’d expect that from you
But how you do
Leaves us blackened and bruised
I am Ophelia in the river
You are the flowers in my hands
Oh won’t cha dance with me
Bеneath the willow tree?
O-o-oh