: She can't help it, the girl can't help it You can find her scratching around in the dark Just another candle chasing a spark You can find her screaming
I dreamed, oh yeah And sing my own song, how does it go? Look out sunshine, here's the punchline No one gets you anymore Well look out sunshine, here
steals my guitar And it?s a long time since she was mine, Pretending I am fine Another simple boy on the telephone line And though she is living here
: Ah-aah-ah... Well once I was persuaded to open up my head I told them how it was and went and got it wrong instead I said would you believe me if
them up and here we go Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow Some said she was saintly to some she was a swinger Me I only knew here as
: Well just slow down come on Lupe Brown Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave Well she's nothing much to look at and she's hard to believe, Don't go
: Babydoll Do you believe they?ll catch you when you fall? And when morning comes The sun is gonna shine Don?t forget your minor key's Your half lit
: Tell me where you been to Point me to the door I've seen you around But I really can't be sure If all the action men are busy Climbing up the wall
: Well the room was pink and the signs were serious Paperback dolls being slapped delirious Feeling like a joke int he bar underneath And it was saturday
: Well theres nothing more to add before I leave. This thing of ours is dead but don't you grieve. Is it me or are they younger every night? Just because
: 1, 2, 3, Owww Mistress Mabel, you're seriously wrong, Clears my table, bang and then she's gone, Takes a liberty if you let her, Yes she's old but
just one minute you lie And they'll come crashing though the wall And leave you crawling till the minute you die Pour yourself a drink or three And maybe we
them up and here we go Get it right today and you may still be here tomorrow Some said she was saintly, to some she was a swinger Me, I only knew here
, oh yeah And sing that old song, how does it go? Look out sunshine here's the punchline No one gets you any more Well, look out sunshine here they
Tell me where you've been to, point me to the door I've seen you around but I really can't be sure And all the hatchet men are busy climbing up the wall
Well, just slow down, come on Lupe Brown Tell Desdemona that I'm ready to leave Well, she's nothing much to look at And she's hard to believe Well, don
If you were a shape what shape would you be? Well, the room was pink and the signs were serious Paperback dolls being slapped delirious Feeling like
Mistress Mabel seriously wrong Clears my table badly then she's gone Takes a liberty if you let her Yes, she's old but she should know better Oh dear
