He wakes up early in the afternoon Staring at the paintings of the planets of his room His day was over before it could start Was it Mary, Claire, or Linda that broke your heart this time? And if you feel like crying lakes again Over a lady friend Humiliating, nasty habits It's the girl that makes him sad It's the girl that makes him sad He wakes up early in the afternoon Staring at the paintings of the planets of his room His mother left him and locked him in chains Was it Marie Teresa? of Spain, you know? Uh, ah Oh it's the girl that makes him sad It's the girl that makes him sad