Let’s start at the beginning againwith brandy and a cigaretteand your conspiracy theories on space travelsaid you just hadn’t bought it all yetsaid you hadn’t bought it all yetlet’s start with your crushed velvet coatlaid across my bedall that sexual energy tangled in burgandysaid until then you hadn’t found me yetsaid you hadn’t found me just yethey my little little la-di-dahey my little la-dihey my little little la-di-dahey my little la-diyou said you had an irish dreamyou said you led an irish lifeyou saw fourteen stations and reincarnationsof some irish poet’s mistress or wifesome poet’s mistress or wifehey my little little la-di-da…and i believed every wordas only a young girl canand now that i’m older and many years wiseri long for a lover i can’t understandi long for that kind of manhey my little little la-di-da…