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 would 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

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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 time

Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door,

Reaching out for Veronica

Well it was all of sixty-five years ago

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 India" 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

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Veronica sits in her favorite chair

and 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

Saying "You can call me anything you like,

But my name is Veronica"

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