Let’s start at the beginning again
with a brandy and a cigarette
And your conspiracy theories on space travel-
said you just hadn’t bought it yet
said you hadn’t bought it all yet
Let’s start with your crushed velvet coat
draped across my bed
All that sexual energy tangled in burgundy-
said until then you hadn’t found me yet
said you hadn’t found me just yet
Hey my little little la-de-dai
Hey my little lai-dee
Hey my little little la-de-dai
Hey my little lai-dee
You said you’d had an Irish dream
Said you’d led an Irish life
You saw fourteen stations and reincarnations
of some Irish poet’s mistress or wife
some poet’s mistress or wife
Chorus
And I believed every word
as only a young girl can
And now that I’m older and many years wiser
I long for a lover I can’t understand
I long for that kind of man
Chorus
Robbie Schaefer © 1999 Mrs. Jenkins Productions/ASCAP