I was listening to this conversation Noticing my daydream stimulated me more I was crumbling with anticipation You'd better send me home before I tumble down to the floor You're so beautiful but oh so boring I'm wondering what am I doing here So beautiful but oh so boring, I'm wondering If anyone out there really cares About the curlers in your hair My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now? Something's glistening in my imagination Motorvatin' something close to breaking the law Wait no mo' before you take me down to the station I've never known a one who'd make me suicidal before She was so beautiful but oh so boring I'm wondering what I was doing there So beautiful but oh so boring, I'm wondering If anyone out there really cares About the colour of your hair My little golden baby, where have all your birds flown now?