歌曲名 Charlotte Street (Remastered) 歌手名 Lloyd Cole And The Commotions

作词：Lloyd Cole

作曲：Lloyd Cole

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times

When I sensed I was not alone

She said you know how to spell

I could tell I was in love

And so I forced a smile contrary to my style

And she looked into my eyes

She said do you want to go heaven

Or would you rather not be saved

Here comes my train

I on my way will you not see

I don need your sympathy

I won 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

if you must just take then I a piece of cake

That is what she said to me

And so I gave myself to her charity

Well at least that how it seemed

Here comes my train

I on my way what got into me

I don need your sympathy

I won read your poetry oh bittersweets

I was looking for a rhyme for the New York Times when I was distracted

Yes those were precious times together that we wasted

Now I working hard for my union card

I must be leaving Charlotte Street

Though it was never my intention to stay so long

So long