He said we could talk about gossip,
We could talk about lies.
He said we could talk about rumours,
We could do whatever I like.

Then he said, Let's stop with all the talking,
Why not try something new?
Because there's no need for any talking,
In what we're about to do.

Rest your pretty head, your pretty head.
(Just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head),
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.

You know I'm all for conversation,
I'm really quite romantic you know.
But why not get right to the point,
It's not that often we're left alone.

No offence, but when you get going,
You really can be quite a bore.
Now, please don't take this the wrong way,
But my ears are getting sore.

Rest your pretty head, your pretty head.
(Just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head),
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.

We spent a winter and a spring,
Just listening not talking,
come weather rain or shine.
But no-one ever told you then,
the conversations in my head,
helped me to pass the time.

Rest your pretty head, your pretty head.
(Just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head),
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.
Rest your pretty head, your pretty head.
(Just rest, just rest, just rest your pretty head),
Don't trouble your pretty head, your pretty head.