الأغاني: Saint Etienne. Hobart Paving.

Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller
If he doesn't love her? 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 colored 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 colored 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
Now, don't forget to catch me, 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
No no, no sugar tonight
Don't forget to catch me
Don't forget to catch me
Don't forget to catch me