Lloyd Cole - Charlotte Street Lyrics
I was looking for a rhyme for the new york timesWhen I sensed I was not aloneShe said dyou know how to spell audaciouslyI could tell I was in luckAnd so I forced a smile contrary to my styleAnd she looked into my eyesShe said dyou want to go heavenOr would you rather not be savedHere comes my trainIm on my way, will you not seeI dont need your sympathyI wont read your poetry, oh sweetness pleaseSo she took me back to her basement flatWhich was down on charlotte streetThough it was never my intentionWe were not intense, not least becauseWell if you must just take then Im a piece of cakeThat is what she said to meAnd so I gave myself to her charityWell at least thats how it seemedHere comes my trainIm on my way, what got into meI dont need your sympathyI wont read your poetry, oh bittersweetsI was looking for a rhyme for the new times when I was distractedYes those were precious times together that we wastedNow Im working hard for my union cardI must believe in charlotte streetThough it was never my intention to stay so longSo long
