Lyrics Hobart Paving - Saint Etienne

Hobart Paving

Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she doesn’t love him?
No. Unless it’s me.
I heard she drove the silvery sports-car /
along the empty streets last night.
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Hanging around / with hair-dos like mine.
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No, I haven’t seen the kids for some time.
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Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway, /
just like a harpsichordist she moved.
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And back upstairs / at half past two, /
with a paper folded, outside the loo.
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Rain falls / like Elvis tears.
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Oh no, / no sugar tonight.
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Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and /
cry coloured tears again.
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And baby, / (Don't forget to catch me.) /
don’t forget to catch me.
/ (Don't forget to catch me.) /
Hobart paving, don’t you think that’s it’s time, /
on this platform with the drizzle in my eyes?
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And baby, / (Don't forget to catch me.) /
don’t forget to catch me.
/ (Don't forget to catch me.) /
Hobart paving, don’t you think that’s it’s time?
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The ticket’s in my hand, the train pulls down the line.
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Rain falls / like Elvis tears.
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Oh no, / no sugar.
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Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and /
cry coloured tears.
/
And baby, / (Don't forget to catch me.) /
don’t forget to catch me, / (Don't forget to catch me.) /
don’t forget to catch me, / (Don't forget to catch me.) /
don’t forget to catch me.
/ (Don't forget to catch me.) /