Over and over I paint myself blue Just to green like a clover next to you Overly earnest I yearn to be loved Just to falter and mess the whole thing up Or play the staggered fool Figuring how one and one and one made two Lover be true I’d expect that from you But how you do Leaves us blackened and bruised I am Ophelia in the river You are the flowers in my hands Oh won’t cha dance with me Bеneath the willow tree? O-o-oh