8.Hobart Paving
Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she
doesn't love him？
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...
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