Here you are, old flamenYour tongues all twisted with words you can't saynYou think you've got troubles, that's just lifenWell, I'd hate to be the one to say itnnYou're coming on over on the number eightnI'm leaving on the samenIf you think simple things, you'll just be simplenHow very wrong you are, how very wrong you arennBroken bones don't seem so badnTelephones don't ring the samenAnymore...nnOh here you are, old flamenYour eyes all glazed and shining in the coldnYou say Sometimes you got to let history unfoldnBut you don't really mean itnnYou're coming on over keeping everyone guessingnThere's a lesson in this, I'm sure I must've missed itnOff somewhere contemplating your exquisite crimenThe once and future queen of making tension out of timennBroken bones don't seem so badnTelephones don't ring the samenAnymore...nnHere you are, old flamenYour tongues all twisted with words you can't saynYou think you've got troubles, that's just lifenWell, I'd hate to be the one to saynnYou're coming on over on the number eightnI'm leaving on the samenThe more you think simple things, you'll just be simplenThe better off you are, the better off you arennBroken bones don't seem so badnTelephones don't ring the samenAnymore...