The Queen and Mr Bean

We just returned from bathing in the blue air

Your skin turned gold, it was wholesome days

You wrote me songs, and I used to ask you to play me one

And the way that she looks at her guitar

Doing her thing like she's never done any other way

While I'm the kind that wastes his mind

Pretending it's the first or the last time that I'll ever

Ever fall head over heels

Are you ever wrong?

In your stubborn brain

Where's the golden mean under your reign?

And the way that she looks at my green car

Doing her thing, Misses 'Never Thrown For A Loop'

While I'm the kind that loves to be surprised

And put you on a pedestal, reinventing the scene

The Queen and Mr Bean