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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lloyd Cole & The Commotions
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lloyd Cole
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Hardiman
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I was lookin' for a rhyme for the New York Times
When I was sensed I was not alone
She said "You know how to spell 'Audaciously'?"
I could tell I was in luck
[Verse 2]
And so I forced a smile contrary to my style
And she looked into my eyes
She said "Do you want to go to Heaven?
Or would you rather not be saved?"
[Verse 3]
Here comes my train
I'm on my way
Will you not see
I don't need your sympathy
I won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please
[Verse 4]
So she took me back to her basement flat
Which was down on Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention
No, we were not intense, not least because
[Verse 5]
"Well if you must just take, then I'm a piece of cake"
That is what she said to me
And so I gave myself to her charity
Well at least, that's how it seemed
[Verse 6]
Here comes my train
I'm on my way
What got into me?
I don't need your sympathy
I won't read your poetry, oh bittersweet
[Verse 7]
I was lookin' for a rhyme for the New York Times
When I was distracted
Yes, those were precious times together that we wasted
And now I'm workin' hard for my union card
I must be leavin' Charlotte Street
Though it was never my intention to stay so long
So long
Written by: Lloyd Cole