Princess Olivia - Al Stewart

I never was one for talk

I keep things to myself

Let everyone ramble on

When people get to reminiscing

I’ll always be the one to listen

But now I need to find those missing words

I love Princess Olivia

Can’t speak, I slip into trivia

To know what you feel inside

Is not enough, you’ve got

To put it across with style

The literati in their cellars

Perform semantic tarantellas

I wish I did it half as well as them

I love Princess Olivia

Can’t speak, I slip into trivia

She’s got long red hair

Her nose up in the clouds

Just how did she get up there

She’s frosty as the face of Phineus

Leaves me feeling igloominious

Why’s she so continuously cool?

I love Princess Olivia

Can’t speak, I slip into trivia

I love her

She may be large