Oh Helen

Slim cigarette's between her fingers
Old Fashioned coctail's in her glass
She says I'm looser and I linger
They're not for me means girls A-class

Is it you
Is it me
Why we're out of harmony
Where's the love that used to be

Oh Helen you must be a flower
Oh Helen give me just an hour
Oh Helen stay and be my lodestar
But Helen brush me off and than
My Helen crash me off again
She's cruel lady in her brown car
She's cruel lady in her brown car

She stuffs her head with new tabloids
And realizes that is true
So I have left an aching void
She says all right or it will do

Is it you
Is it me
Why we're out of harmony
Where's the love that used to be