1967, I Miss You I'm Lonely lyrics

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