She’s a friend of mine at least I thought she was;
She told you I’d left town without so much as “because. . .”
(and you believed her!)
I’d gone to the gig because I thought you were there,
But she’d dragged you away saying I didn’t care.
(what a liar!)
(Chorus)
It’s a twisted situation
We’re stumbling in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real mid-summer night’s dream
If you know what I mean. . .
When I looked up from my wine her man was standing there;
He told me not to think twice he told me you didn’t care.
(and I believed him!)
Then he dragged me to dance, and he pulled me to him;
I felt my tears on his shoulder just as you walked in. . .
It’s a twisted situation
We’re stumblin’ in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real mid-summer night’s dream
A real Dickensian scene
Well, the look on your face before you turned right around--
It told me the truth with my heart sinkin’ down. . .
Now I search for you as he yearns for her
And she chases you as you shrug through this world. . .
It’s a twisted situation
We’re run ragged in green
It’s so Dylanesque
A real Dickensian scene
A real mid-summer night’s dream
If you know what I mean. . .
It’s so Dylanesque—it’s so Dylanesque . . .
Oh! I know you believed her! (What a liar!)
Things were not how they seemed!
We’re run ragged in green!
Oh!! She’s a liar!
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