Cream Of The Crop

I gotta get myself far, far away
I gotta tell myself that anyway
I can’t forget the way that we used to be And all in all it seems so different to me
I said whoa oh Rosalie, I said whoa my Rosalie
Oh every time I see her I have to stop
And everybody says you are the cream of the crop
But if you’re looking angry in any way
I don’t believe I’d stand in your way
I want a lonely carriage with roses on A funny love affair, a funny way to go home
I won’t change for you, you haven’t changed for me I don’t suppose you’d have an answer for me?
I’ve been around this place for quite a time
I’ve been around just feeling really fine
I can’t believe I feel like nothing today
And I don’t feel too much anyway