Mean Mrs. Cowell, could you see all the while
What you did to me
Some balmy days I can be with my smile
Won't you let me go
Thorn in my side, soggy pain, wicked eyes
Was all you gave
Poor me indeed, can't replace what I need
But I want you back
Green mushroom tea looking right back at me
Will you make some room
From what I can see there's a place by the sea
I could be there too