Lloyd Cole Tell Your Sister
i've got a little piece of paper with your name written on it got a head full of attitude and nowhere to put it tell me why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue why don't you come down soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of rue morgue avenue well there's a chapel on the corner where i'm doing my crying there's a limit to my patience, what d'ya say fay let's get married down on rue morgue avenue they say the world keeps on turning, everything remains the same well my heart's burning and i say everything must change why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue why don't you come down soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground of rue morgue avenue rue morgue avenue rita mae, tell your sister she's unkind tell your sister well, i don't mind tell your sister, she's got mine why don't you come down soil your pretty feet on the dirty ground i got a four letter word, starts with the letter l can't bring myself to say it 'cause it's making my life hell why don't you come down to rue morgue avenue 'cause i've been drinking all night and all day just trying to picture your sweet face down on rue morgue avenue down on rue morgue avenue down on rue morgue avenue rita mae, tell your sister she's unkind tell your sister well, i don't mind tell your sister, she knows where, where i lie down on rue morgue avenue down on rue morgue avenue down on... down on rue morgue avenue down on rue morgue avenue
