Saint Etienne Hobart Paving
[intro sample (on the album):]
Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if
she doesn't love him?
No. [pause] unless it's me.
I heard she drove the silvery sports-car
Along the empty streets last night.
Hanging around with hair-dos like mine.
No, I haven't seen the kids for some time.
Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway,
Just like a harpsichordist she moved.
And back upstairs at half past two,
With a paper folded, outside the loo.
Rain falls like elvis tears.
Oh no, no sugar tonight.
Out on the high street, dim all the lights and
Cry coloured tears again.
And baby, (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me. (don't forget to catch me.)
Hobart paving, don't you think that's it's time,
On this platform with the drizzle in my eyes?
And baby, (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me. (don't forget to catch me.)
Hobart paving, don't you think that's it's time?
The ticket's in my hand, the train pulls down the line.
Rain falls like elvis tears.
Oh no, no sugar.
Out on the high street, dim all the lights and
Cry coloured tears.
And baby, (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me, (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me, (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me. (don't forget to catch me.)
Oh no, no sugar tonight, (don't forget to catch me.)
Oh no, no sugar tonight, (don't forget to catch me.)
No no, no sugar tonight. (don't forget to catch me.)
Don't forget to catch me...
