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 favors wane
Did he roam
Down the town
All the while
Will you wake
From your dream
With a wolf at the door
Reachin' out for
Veronica
Well it was all of
Sixty-five yearsago
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 lndia
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 favorite chair
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 a devilish look
In her eye
Sayin' 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
Oh Veronica