My Lovely Pencil A Hell I'm Going Through
A Hell Of Being Without You
A Hell That Shall Come Over Anyone
Who Writes With You Ignoring My Authority
Well No One Can Realise How I Feel
Without You By My Side
I'm Sitting In The Corner More Than Fright
It Seems To Me All Inspiration's Died
My Lovely Pencil A Hell I'm Going Through
A Hell Of Being Without You
A Hell That Shall Come Over Anyone
Who Writes With You Ignoring My Authority
After All This I'm Sad And Done
But On The Horizon I See Good Times Come
I'm Sitting In A Corner Smiling Inside
I've Found The Place Where You Hide