Hobart Paving

Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she doesn’t love him?
No. 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.) /