You ca n't erase the Paper Ch ase
S he'll make you play it
In the bri ght merry morning
S he'll run and hide
A nd leave you the paper promis es
B ehind her as she r uns across the square
Y ou can't win the race Sh e'll set the pace
Y ou will hear her laughin g
Just beh ind the foolish fences
T hrow back the gate and find the
Piece of paper lying o n the curbstone
But the lad y won't be there.
L ater in the day
Y ou'll be searching for a way
T o let her know you're ready
F or her little game to end
C ause it's getting dark and then -
Y ou'll see her face a glimp se of lace
A nd you'll go runni ng
Through the last s weet dying daydream
C alling her name but she's been home an hour
L aughing at the mirror
As she comb s her paper hair.