well I met with at hersnshe sang needles and pinsnand I was one in a rownof succeeding kingsnnand she told me to sitnbut there wasn't a chairnand I suddenly scented a smellnof John Lennonernnso I sat on the floornfor a year or a whilenthen she returned with some teanor a glass of winennlalala it's a game she playsnand I'm a Bambiboy with rubbersoul in my headnnwell she painted my heartnin Bavarian Bluenshe said boy for final and lastnalways me and younnbut then I woke up early in the morning lightnher face was like a novel no one need to writenthere's a sadness deep in her eyesnthere's sadness deep in her heartnsome sort of sadness that won't go awaynjust won't go awaynjust won't go awaynnlalala it's a rainy daynlalala I'm bambiboy with rubbersoul in my headnnwell she stood by the bednAlka Seltzer in handnshe said thank-you-bye-and-solongnand a face that was blanknnshe'd need a revolution in her kooky headnbut she'll ? inside that shell and stay back in her bednthere's a sadness deep in her eyesnthere's a sadness deep in her heartnthat kind of sadness that won't go awaynjust won't go awaynjust won't go awaynnbut girlnwe will drink our summerwinentake it to the edge of aha..