Lyrics Charlotte Street - Lloyd Cole and the Commotions
I
was
looking
for
a
rhyme
for
the
New
York
Times
When
I
sensed
I
was
not
alone
She
said,
"Do
you
know
how
to
spell
audaciously?"
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'm
on
my
way
Will
you
not
see
I
don't
need
your
sympathy
I
won't
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
No,
we
were
not
intense
not
least
because
"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
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,
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'm
working
hard
for
my
union
card
I
must
be
leaving
Charlotte
Street
Though
it
was
never
my
intention
to
stay
so
long
So
long
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