She never looked better Than when she was waving goodbye Out in the rain with her head held high Elbow on the windowsill Two fingers pointed at the sky Got to hand it to her You’ve got to admit, she’s frankly magnificent Nothing you do makes any difference Nobody’s noticed your existence for years It’s a shame You can cry if you like, if it makes you feel better You can sit right down and write her a letter Tell her you love her and promise you’ll set her free Once there was a spark, an ionisation Hair stood on end, an electric sensation Now all she feels is a sense of frustration with you Who’d blame her? So show your maturity, wave her farewell Blow her a kiss or stand there and yell At the moon and the stars, at heaven and hell If that’s what it takes You can cry if you like, if it makes you feel better You can sit right down and write her a letter Tell her you love her and promise you’ll set her free