III

Give me a day that is a bore and she will strike it down.

And I love her more than I can say,
and she knows I tell her everyday:
that she is the prettiest,
that she is the funniest
and she's just a little bit-- strange.

And when she's mad she calls me “Brooks”
and when she's sad
she just says “bye.”
But I love her all, the all, the same
even when she plays the “I'm right, you're not” game.
Even when she feels a bit derange.

When she's glad my name is “Babe”
and she holds my hand.
When's she crazy
she'll try a new band.
But always comes back to the same, the same--
even though I can't remember their name...
She makes me listen anyway.