Regular Disease - Blind Mr. Jones

She knew that I'd choose

A short brunette in brown shoes

I ask the time

And she hides her smile

And when there's nothing left to use

It's a regular disease

And when there's nothing left to see

It's a regular disease

She laughs out loud when she reads

She can't see how her key fits

She's rare indeed

In here in bare feet

And when there's nothing left to use

It's a regular disease

And when there's nothing left to see

It's a regular disease