She was bite...

I met her in miscellaneous
She was biting on her lip
We decided that speech was extraneous
And embarked on a trip
She said "I got my beauty and my youth"
I said "You got a strange perception of the truth"
And with a saxophone playing on the gramophone player
We decided to call it a truce

We called a yellow taxi cab to a blue kind of flay
Situated somewhere in the middle of the city
She showed me her cat and I gave it a pat
And she told me that its name is Kitty
With a loyalty usually reserved for royalty
I never gave it a blink of my eye
And when the dawn broke, we were both filled with hope
'Cause I've been singing her a lullaby that went like:

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky
Every single story cocoons a lullaby
And all of time's wandering ‘round, wondering where to hide
Butterflies are ugly now, so caterpillars, cocoon up and die (die)
And cocoon up and die (die)
And cocoon up and die

On Saint Patrick’s day, we were both on our way
Buying a leprechaun flowers
I turned away, when I returned to pay
The man said she’d been gone for hours
I went down to the sea, where I thought she would be
The dockyard down there was abandoned
At the old aerodrome, there was no one found home
Nor the fields where I really imagined she’d be
i hoped that she’d be, I watched and I waited to see
They say Mum’s a mad hatter, and she’ll never get better
I don’t visit home, and I don’t write her letters, but

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky
Every single story cocoons a lullaby
The moon, as yet, has never dawned; most icebergs never thaw.
Every camel’s back is broken by a single straw

When these boots are worn, there'll be a mackerel sky
Every single story cocoons a lullaby
And all of time's wandering ‘round, wondering where to hide
Butterflies are ugly now, so caterpillars, cocoon up and die