Catherine Corelli I Tell You What
I’ve got a new place for smoking,
I’ve got a new bed to sleep,
My new skirts are more provoking,
My tights aren’t cheap.
New houses… New doors and new windows
Are opening and closing for me…
All for me…
Just for me…
They fling open…
Got plenty new streets to walk through,
And a dozen ‘o new shops at hand,
New taxis, new drivers to talk to,
But they don’t understand
Why don’t I remember the number
Of my house and the name of my lane.
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what,
You’re worth living, but things I have are not.
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what
There’s nothing so constant, it chokes me like a
slipknot.
I’m changing my life for ages,
I’m changing my place for years,
The people around are strangers,
The strangest are queers.
They’ll wither away, I guess, someday,
But I don’t care for them if you stay.
Please, stay…
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what,
You’re worth living, but things I have are not.
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what
There’s nothing so constant, it chokes me like a
slipknot.
I tell you what… Stay.
I tell you what… Stay.
I tell you what… Stay.
I tell you what… Stay.
All I’ve got dissolves the next day.
What’s to be done?
Don’t know what’s to come.
Something new appears the next day,
Everything ends
And yet I wish you could delay.
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what,
You’re worth living, but things I have are not.
I tell you what I tell, I tell you what
There’s nothing so constant, it chokes me like a
slipknot.
All I’ve got dissolves the next day.
What’s to be done?
Don’t know what’s to come.
Something new appears the next day,
Everything ends
And yet I wish you could delay.
