Girl Least Likely To

How many times have I been around?
Recycled papers paving the ground
Well she lives for the written word
And people come second, or possibly third
And there is no style, but I say: Well done
To the girl least likely to

Deep in my heart how I wish I was wrong
But deep in my heart I know I am not
And there's enough gloom in her world, I'm certain
Without my contribution
So I sit, and I smile, and I say: Well done
To the girl least likely to

Page after page of sniping rage
An English singe or an American tinge
There's a publisher, she said, in the new year
It's never in this year
I do think this but I can't admit it
To the girl least likely to

So one more song with no technique
One more song which seems all wrong
And though the news is bad again
See me as I am again
And the scales of Justice sway one way
In the rooms of those least likely to

Deep in my heart how I want to be wrong
But the moods and the styles too frequently change
From 21 to 25
From 25 to 29
And I sit and I smile and I say: Well done
To the girl least likely to

One more song about The Queen
Or standing around the shops with thieves
But somebody's got to make it!, she screams
So why, why can't it be me?
But she would die if we heard her sing
From the heart, which is hurt

So how many times will I shed a tear
And another stage averse to cheer
When you shine in the public eye, my dear
Please remember these nights
When I sit in support with a dutiful smile
Because there's nothing I can say

So chucking and churning and turning the knife
On everything, except your own life
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight
And an explanation it drains me
If only there could be a way

There is a different mood all over the world
A different youth, unfamiliar views
And dearest, it could all be for you
So will you come down and I'll meet you?
With no more poems, with nothing to hit home
Darling it's all for you
Darling it's all for you
Oh Darling it's all for you
Oh Darling it's all for you