While you slept
I drank your tea
Wore your clothes
And climbed your tree
Atop a roof
I gazed upon
A sordid sort of
Marathon
Back behind
Our wooden shed
You’ve made yourself
A little bed
Like a wolf
In wooly clothes
You hid your heart
But not your nose
I’ve found a way
To come to you
Through doors with teeth
And walls of glue
My key had broke
And so I knocked
But soon I learned
You’d changed the locks
Down an alley
There’s a place
Where you might find
My smiling face
Leather suitcase
Dans la gare
Kill me now
I shall not care
We do not care
If they’re unclean
Say the things
You really mean
The jolly doctor
Wants to see
All the things
You gave to me
