Veronica
 

~Paw




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Jughead don't know what he's missin'
That redhead don't know what he's got
Betty should pick her friends a bit better
Ronnie knows what she's doing
What's hot is hot
Yeah, what's not is not

Veronica

See what she's got on
What you're doin's wrong
Or maybe it's too right

She dry strokes me with her wardrobe
Her tan shape just makes me sick
Her profile just takes away my weak legs
Aw, she's so smart
She's a pistol

Veronica

See what she's got on
What you're doin's wrong
Or maybe it's too right

She don't know me
She don't care to see me
Page after page i'm turnin'
Time after time i'm burnin'

Howdy miss lodge, you little cock tease, clothes horse, poor little rich girl
Why don't you come over here, so i can raise your little skirt up, over your narrow hips,
Oh, and spank your perfect ass, spank your perfect ass, spank your perfect ass.

Your little blonde friend can join right in.

Can you imagine
What she smells like?
Can you imagine, hey,
How her skin feels?
So well oiled
Such a bitch, so ready

My God, how my mind reels
Oh, how my mind reels

Veronica

Hey, I'd like to make you blush
Bet your carpets plush
I've probably said too much
You don't know me
You don't care to see me
Page after page I'm turnin'
Time after time I'm burnin'

A lickle bit of Elvis Costello for you (song starts about 30 seconds in)



Veronica
Is it all in that pretty little head of yours?
What goes on in that place in the dark?
Well I used to know a girl and I would have sworn
That her name was Veronica

Well she used to have a carefree mind of her own
And a delicate look in her eye
These days I'm afraid she's not even sure
If her name is Veronica

Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica

Did the days drag by? Did the favours wane?
Did he roam down the town all the time?
Will you wake from your dream, with a wolf at the door
Reaching out for Veronica

Well it was all of sixty-five years ago
When the world was the street where she lived
And a young man sailed on a ship in the sea
With a picture of Veronica

On the "Empress of India"
And as she closed her eyes upon the world
And picked upon the bones of last week's news
She spoke his name out loud again

Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica

Veronica sits in her favourite chair
And she sits very quiet and still
And they call her a name that they never get right
And if they don't then nobody else will

But she used to have a carefree mind of her own
With devilish look in her eye
Saying "You can call me anything you like
But my name is Veronica"

Do you suppose, that waiting hands on eyes,
Veronica has gone to hide?
And all the time she laughs at those who shout
her name and steal her clothes
Veronica
Veronica

Excellent tune. Thank ya :D