paroles de chanson Sweetheart Like You (Infidels Alternate Take) - Bob Dylan

Well, the pressure's down, the boss ain't here
He gone up North, for a while
The very last thing he said was, "See you later"
Ah, he did go out in style

By the way, that's a cute pair of boots
And that smile's so hard to resist
But what, what's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, con men don't meet strangers
To them there are none
Within a quarter of an hour
They are in good terms with anyone

In order to deal, got to make the queen disappear
It's done with a flick of the wrist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You know, a woman like you should be at home
That's where you belong
Taking care of somebody nice
Who don't know how to do you wrong

You looked to me like a royalty
And that's a thought I can't dismiss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You could make a name for yourself
You can hear them tires squeal
You could be known as the most beautiful woman
Who ever crawled across cut glass to make a deal

They say that oppression is a cruel tutor
And injustice is a nurse
Five bits can eat your heart out
If you only save it first

It don't matter what the price is
But how much of it just don't exist
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?

You got to be an important person to be in here, honey
Got to have done some evil deed
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door
Be able to play your harp until your lips bleed

They say that patriotism is the last refuge
To which a scoundrel clings
Steal a little and they throw you in jail
Steal a lot and they make you king

There's only one step down from here, baby
It's called the land of permanent bliss
What's a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?