A little raw, a lot sophisticated, and still good after all these years...
"What do you think you are doing here
How did you arrive
Did you come up through the ocean floor
Or fall from the sky
Did you come via the Orient
On a steam boat built for you
Did you think of all your friends behind
While you danced in Honalu
What it's doing to me
I cannot follow you
Did you curtsy to the Governor
On behalf of all your kin
Thanking each and every one who came
For kindly dropping in
And by the way I hear your Majesty
Is in somewhat of a mess
She became full grown although quite unknown
To so many of her guests
What it's doing to me
Did it cross your mind
You can't run away
Little girls caught crying
Never get their way
Endless hours spent inside your room
Do it all inside your head
Cutting photographs from magazines
Take them all into your bed
And when you go outside it's a different world
So unsure of what to do
That you count your change and you rearrange
Your date in Honalu
What it's doing to me"
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