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
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
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 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...
Writer(s): Bob Stanley, Peter Stewart Wiggs
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