We'd love to tell you a little story About a married man And the girl whose eyes float down Deep down you know Not quite what she's saying there But you'll see, oh yes, you'll see Deep down you know she's right The perfect measure for How I think of her Is two squalid years Full of deception and illusion And this scent of a dulcet handcrafted heart Made of cotton, full of the scent And a picture of me in my bed Smiling all the time to you It's what I see, and you, and me And a picture of me in my bed Smiling all the time to you It's what I see, and you, and me (Then again) And then again Mr. Simon please know love was right And it was for awhile They said 'hold on to that' And between those fields And the Spanish eyes And these bright blue eyes (She's so right) Deep down you know she's right The perfect measure for How I think of her Is two squalid years Full of deception and illusion And this scent of a dulcet handcrafted heart Made of cotton full of the scent of you And a picture of me in my bed Smiling all the time to you It's what I see, and you, and me And a picture of me in my bed Smiling all the time to you It's what I see, and you, and me Fold the mess, and everything will pass Fold the mess, and everything will pass