Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl
And I could have sworn that
Her name was Veronica
Well she used to have
A carefree mind of her own and
A delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid
She's not even sure
If her name is Veronica
Do you suppose
That waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs
At those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Did the days drag by?
Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town
All the time?
Will you wake from your dream
With a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica
Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street
Where she lived
And a young man sailed on
A ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica
On the Empress of India
And as she closed her eyes
Upon the world and
Picked upon the bones
Of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again
Do you suppose
That waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs
At those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
Veronica sits in her favourite chair and
She sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name
That they never get right and
If they don't then nobody else will
But she used to have
A carefree mind of her own
With devilish look in her eye
Saying: You can call me
Anything you like
But my name is Veronica
Do you suppose
That waiting hands on eyes
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs
At those who shout
Her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica
