This a page from my diary
The fifteen day of November
This a page from my diary
What happened that day? I don't remember
But I do remember when
I wrote these words and then
And then re-read them
Slowly to myself without emotion
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela, tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela, o Pamela
I have no soul
I'm as cold as December, maybe twice as cold
And I'm as white as the snow because of my age
But my hand was shaking as I wrote this page
And although the feelings changed
The words still sound the same
O Pamela, tell everyone
Hang my head in shame
Take your name in vain
O Pamela, you have everything
Everything you bargained for
You have worked for
Everything you would have killed for
Take everything
Open the door, I'll let the rain pour in
The first thing in the morning, the telephone rings
Pamela says, ‽Oh, look at the timeâ€Â
Believe me, that's the last thing on my mind
Will you take a walk with me in the sunshine?
O Pamela, before it's too late
Will you take a walk with me by the ocean?
O Pamela, before it's too late