I spent a dirty weekend practicing my French Rosy-cheeked i saw my limitations there, in evidence When i invited Frank and you Back to mine for mangetout When i meant ménage à trois You laughed so hard You cracked your chin against the bar This statement might sound phoney But i miss you And i'm lonely (Distance stretches on and on) Oh god how wonderful it is Crossing bridges in the mist Öresund across the Tejo Behind on aggregate away But Benfica still went through And we still spent an afternoon At the Gulbenkian Museum Sharing stories in the shade Oh what a day! This statement might sound phoney But i miss you And i'm lonely (Distance stretches on and on) I know it gets frustrating But i really don't mind waiting! (Distance stretches on and on) I miss you I'm lonely (Distance stretches on and on) I look at you and i am confident That i'd rather look at you Than all the portraits in existence in the world Except possibly O'Hara by Grace Hartigan (Or something else?!?) I'm not a connoisseur I'm monolingual and absurd And i know This statement might sound phoney But i miss you And i'm lonely (Distance stretches on and on)