Letras:Jennifer Warnes. Invitation to the Blues.

Well, she?s up against the register, an apron and a spatula
With yesterday?s deliveries and tickets for bachelors
She?s a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
But she?s just an invitation to the blues

But you feel like Cagney
And she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab?s drugstore
You wonder if she might be single

She?s a loner, likes to mingle
Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
She says how you gonna like?em
Medium or scrambled?

Any way is the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out here
It?s tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
Ain?t nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can?t take your eyes off her
Get another cup of java
And it?s just the way she pours it for you
Joking with the customers

Oh mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain?t nothing back in jersey
But a broken down jalopy of a man I left behind
And a dream that I was chasing, a battle with booze
An open invitation to the blues

Ah, but she?s had a sugar daddy and a candy apple caddy
A bank account and everything
Accustomed to the finer things
He left her for a socialite

He didn?t love her except at night and then he?s drunk
And never even told her that he cared
So she took the registration, car keys and her shoes
Left with an invitation to the blues

Now there?s continental railways leaving
Local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I?m sticking 'round here for a while
Get a room at squire

The filling station?s hiring and I can cat here every night
What the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay, I gotta choose
I?ll accept your invitation to the blues