Texty: Paul Simon. Darling Lorraine.

The first time I saw her
I couldn't be sure
But the sin of impatience
Said, "She's just what you're looking for"

So I walked right up to her
And with the part of me that talks
I introduce myself as Frank
From New York, New York

She's so hot and she's so cool
I'm not, I'm just a fool in love
With darling Lorraine

All my life I've been
A wanderer, not really
I mostly lived near my parents home

Anyway, Lorraine and I got married
And the usual married stuff
And then one day she says to me
From out of the blue
She says, "Frank, I've had enough"

Romance is a heart breaker
I'm not meant to be a homemaker
And I'm tired of being, darling Lorraine

What, you don't love me anymore?
What, you're walkin' out the door?
What, you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you

You're not the woman that I wed
You say you're depressed but you're not
You just like to stay in bed

I don't need you, darling Lorraine
Darling Lorraine
Lorraine, I long for your love

Financially speaking, I guess I'm a washout
Everybody's buy and sell and sell and buy
And that's what the whole thing's all about

If it had not been for Lorraine
I'd have left here long ago
I should have been a musician
I love the piano

She's so light, she's so free
I'm tight, well, that's me
But I feel so good with darling Lorraine

On Christmas morning, Frank awakes
To find Lorraine has made a stack of pancakes
They watch the television, husband and wife
All afternoon, it's a wonderful life

What, you don't love me anymore?
What, you're walkin' out the door?
What, you don't like the way I chew?
Hey, let me tell you

You're not the woman that I wed
Give my robe, I'm going back to bed
I'm sick to death of you, Lorraine

Darling Lorraine, Lorraine
Her hands like wood
The doctor was smiling
But the news wasn't good

Darling Lorraine
Please don't leave me yet
I know you're in pain
Pain you can't forget

Your breathing is
Like an echo of our love
Maybe I'll go down to the corner store
And buy us something sweet

Here's an extra blanket, honey
To wrap around your feet
All the trees were washed with April rain
And the moon in the meadow
Took darling Lorraine