Letra da Música 1967, I Miss You I'm Lonely de Martha

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 a mange tout
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 and on

Oh God how wonderful it is
Crossing bridges in the mist
Ø resund 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 and on
Although it gets frustrating
I really don't mind waiting
Distance stretches on and 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
I miss you
I'm lonely
Distance stretches on and on and on