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i remember eleven thirties
meeting her at my back door
her diner waitress scents
in the brutal january air
and she always said sorry for it
but it never bothered me...i never cared.
mostly, it was cherry cokes with extra cherries
and one too many smokes
whenever i found my way up there
just to see her tell me
she was just too busy to see me.
so it was jukebox 50's gold if i had the quaters
or crane machines to win her a prize
until we had the night.
so i still, sometimes, dream about the phonecall
to let me know she was almost at my door
in the january air eleven thirties
and she would always say "im sorry, i smell like work"
but i never cared..i swear..
it never bothered me.
so hello kiss, and lets get down to business
singing "somewhere...beyond the sea.." in the back of my mind
(where she still stays today)
meeting her at my back door
her diner waitress scents
in the brutal january air
and she always said sorry for it
but it never bothered me...i never cared.
mostly, it was cherry cokes with extra cherries
and one too many smokes
whenever i found my way up there
just to see her tell me
she was just too busy to see me.
so it was jukebox 50's gold if i had the quaters
or crane machines to win her a prize
until we had the night.
so i still, sometimes, dream about the phonecall
to let me know she was almost at my door
in the january air eleven thirties
and she would always say "im sorry, i smell like work"
but i never cared..i swear..
it never bothered me.
so hello kiss, and lets get down to business
singing "somewhere...beyond the sea.." in the back of my mind
(where she still stays today)