Pulling all the cobwebs out and blowing my defenses down.
I think that I've been needin' some of her spring cleanin'
Now we're gone.
If I'd known she was coming I would have baked a cake.
But we'll have to make do with minimum chips and flake.
Let's throw away the recipe, let's make it up.
I see you standing on Booth Street,
Waiting on two feet there for me.
I see you, a full bag of fruit
Yeah, I think that you suit
Me to a tee.
The heavenly choir now coming out of church.
To the altar I don't walk I lurch.
Heaven knows I'm hard to please, but I'm trying to change.
I see you standing on Booth Street,
Waiting on two feet there for me.
I see you chewing your nails
Yeah, it never fails
To chew me up.
Been through it so many times that it seems.
I'm in the middle of a recurring dream.
I see you standing on Booth Street,
Waiting on two feet there for me.
I see you, your favorite shirt on.
I hear the word on
The street is out.
I see you.
This mistily remembered friend just breezed into town, Pulling all the cobwebs out and blowing my defenses down. I think that I've been needin' some of her spring cleanin' Now we're gone. If I'd known she was coming I would have baked a cake. But we'll have to make do with minimum chips and flake. Let's throw away the recipe, let's make it up. I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you, a full bag of fruit Yeah, I think that you suit Me to a tee. The heavenly choir now coming out of church. To the altar I don't walk I lurch. Heaven knows I'm hard to please, but I'm trying to change. I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you chewing your nails Yeah, it never fails To chew me up. Been through it so many times that it seems. I'm in the middle of a recurring dream. I see you standing on Booth Street, Waiting on two feet there for me. I see you, your favorite shirt on. I hear the word on The street is out. I see you. Explain Request ×
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