Postscript - '52 Cadillac

Smoke and games your life becomes
Leave your loving on the run
He left a note soaked in wine

Put down his hand and caused a scene
The wind was howling awful mean
How could you leave my love behind

Yeah

I left you standing at that bar
Your rolled up sleeves, your Gretsch guitar
I'm gonna make myself a name

Ooh, you can't change your hand when it's been played
Can't change the tracks underneath the train
You play the club, well I play the heart

Ooh, and although you drive me crazy, crazy
I'll be driving without you baby, baby

Coz I gotta '52 Cadillac mother
You can't ride it though
Coz you gone and screwed me over
I gotta '52 Cadillac mother
You can't ride it though
Coz you gone and screwed me over