Like a Polish wanderer I travel onwards to your land
And were it not just for the jewels I'd close your hand
Your strange demand to 'collocate' my mind Scares me into gloom, you're too intense I'll have to keep you in your place I've no defence, I've got to keep my veil on my face
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Janine, Janine, you'd like to know me well
But I've got things inside my head that even I can't face
Janine, Janine, you'd like to crash my walls
But if you take an axe to me you'll kill another man
Not me at all
You're fey, Janine, a tripper to the last But if I catch you standing on my toes I'll have a right to shout you down For you're a lazy stream, in which my thoughts would drown
So stay, Janine, and we can glide along I've caught your wings for laughs I'm not obliged to read you statements of the year So take your glasses off and don't act so sincere
CHORUS
D C G C D (repeat and ad lib)
NOTE: chords are just approximate, any improvements welcome. FROM: Space Oddity, 1969.