She never looked better

Than when she was waving goodbye

Out in the rain with her head held high

Elbow on the windowsill

Two fingers pointed at the sky

Got to hand it to her

You’ve got to admit, she’s frankly magnificent

Nothing you do makes any difference

Nobody’s noticed your existence for years

It’s a shame

You can cry if you like, if it makes you feel better

You can sit right down and write her a letter

Tell her you love her and promise you’ll set her free

Once there was a spark, an ionisation

Hair stood on end, an electric sensation

Now all she feels is a sense of frustration with you

Who’d blame her?

So show your maturity, wave her farewell

Blow her a kiss or stand there and yell

At the moon and the stars, at heaven and hell

If that’s what it takes

You can cry if you like, if it makes you feel better

You can sit right down and write her a letter

Tell her you love her and promise you’ll set her free