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Geraldine, Geraldine

It’s just a selling plate

Nobody cares

Don’t be so self-conscious

What became of the carefree you?

The one who would whistle to

Throbbing Gristle through

Harsh times in Umberstone Covert

Scoffing at the notion

Of a shoulder to cry on

The very thought

Of a rock to rely on

Astonishing, therefore

To look at you now

Bitter as the gall

Reaching for the mainland

I will mend you

And I will tend to you

Take it as read

With a needle and thread

When you’re falling apart at the seams

I will make that stitch in time

C-c-cavalcades, accolades

Giddy escapades

Do you recall?

Cheap mischief most Tuesdays

Emma Ollerhead avoids you still

Sour-faced she picked out the gherkins

Saw Christ in Dorothy Perkins

Oh Geraldine, we were so laissez-faire

Every other day was a non-sequitur

Hadron Collider, who’s there?

Knock, knock

I’ll repair you, be right there for you

At the end of the bed

Re-upholstering your head

When events are unfolding inside

I’m on hand to cast your mind

Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine

Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine

Your problems, I’ll treat them as mine

Tomorrow morning everything will be fine

Jean Greenhowe shall grant us a pardon

We’ll eat Battenberg and stare at the garden

Geraldine, Geraldine, Geraldine

Geraldine, Geraldine, oh Geraldine

Geraldine, oh Geraldine

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