Red from start to end and we can't hold the feelings which are crossing the brainnnStrips the cord of a sensible world what's worse?nnShe left her mark and there were both oh the nature of a scripted cursennKissed my eyes sat on the bed and then saidnnFrankly dear I'm forced to give it upnnTried my hand and now I've had enoughnnEven though we have to say goodbyennKeep me in mindnnKeep me in mindnnKeep me in mindnnBlamed in advance for the past with no bearing on a present tensennAll that slack the things that she made when she saidnnOh dear someday I'm going to be Someone better, picture person mennBut 'til then we'll call it the end and she askednnFrankly dear my breath has had enoughnnStanding afternoon and left at nightnnEven though we have to say goodbyennKeep me in mindnnKeep me in mindnnKeep me in mindnnKeep me in mind