I saw a fat and three-coloured cat go tumbling down the stairs
How many times have I laughed about that?
But perhaps you had to be there
This time last week I was in a state
This week not much better
She asked how many weeks she'd have to wait
Before I give her something
She takes me by the hand
says 'I simply couldn't stand the practical men that I have had'
She said what's a week to you anyway, but an arbitrary measure?
Nothing happens after seven days of life and its distractions
I'll say I'd nothing planned
She said she couldn't stand a tactical man such as me
I saw an old and noble-looking crow go rolling down the hill
He jumped back to his feet and saw the laughing jays and jackdaws
And I smile about that still
She said he couldn't stand
Simply couldn't stand a tactical man such as me
So if you caught me dreaming, I'm sure you caught me dreaming of this one, not of you
Because I've nothing else to think about
If you caught me dreaming, I'm sure sure you caught me dreaming of this one, not of you
Because I've nothing else to do