I am singing the manakin blues
Losing my time in shop windows too
Lazy to even dream of you
Tonight, statued and unclothed
Featureless but with the most
Beautiful smile I have ever known
Drinking alone, I wait until
Your plastic eyes get their fill
Of mine and your plastic ears
Listen to my manakin blues
Just wishing you were here
Outside, looking in to my
Heart bleeds hollow fibre 'whys?'
And the Gap between us is as wide
As a clothes shop glass window
Don't you know me manakin?
Don't you see me staring in?
Your silence tearing me limb from limb?
And she keeps on smiling, true
Love can sometimes be as gruelling
As an old man singing
The Manakin Blues
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