had a friend named jimmy
for a long time,
he look after me when I got drunk
and shooda known better but never did.
jimmy was a sweet guy
but had no girlfriend;
he go down and buy a chippie for an hour or so
and he’d pay her to wear these certain boots
and do certain stuff he liked.
somethin inside him needed that, and he never hurt nobody.
like i say, he was a sweet guy.
today i saw some chick
walkin across the drug store parking lot,
and she looked like you, baby;
so much like you, that my heart twisted over.
then i understood, yanno.
I wooda paid that chick to let me pick up her hand,
walk with her wherever she was goin,
and for her to let me call her by your name.
there’s some folks as wouldn’t understand a thing like that,
but now i do, jimmy.
now i do.