Текст (слова) песни: Lloyd Cole - Charlotte Street

I was looking for a rhyme for the new york times

When I sensed I was not alone

She said dyou know how to spell audaciously

I could tell I was in luck

And so I forced a smile contrary to my style

And she looked into my eyes

She said dyou want to go heaven

Or would you rather not be saved

Here comes my train

Im on my way, will you not see

I dont need your sympathy

I wont read your poetry, oh sweetness please

So she took me back to her basement flat

Which was down on charlotte street

Though it was never my intention

We were not intense, not least because

Well if you must just take then Im a piece of cake

That is what she said to me

And so I gave myself to her charity

Well at least thats how it seemed

Here comes my train

Im on my way, what got into me

I dont need your sympathy

I wont read your poetry, oh bittersweets

I was looking for a rhyme for the new times when I was distracted

Yes those were precious times together that we wasted

Now Im working hard for my union card

I must believe in charlotte street

Though it was never my intention to stay so long

So long

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