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.) /.