Charlotte Street Lyrics - Singles - Lloyd Cole

I was looking for a rhyme for the new york times 

When I sensed I was not alone 

She said d'you know how to spell audaciously 

I could tell I was in luck 

And so I forced a smile contrary to my style 

And she looked into my eyes 

She said d'you want to go heaven 

Or would you rather not be saved 

Here comes my train 

I'm on my way, will you not see 

I don't need your sympathy 

I won't read your poetry, oh sweetness please 

So she took me back to her basement flat 

Which was down on charlotte street 

Though it was never my intention 

We were not intense, not least because 

Well if you must just take then I'm a piece of cake 

That is what she said to me 

And so I gave myself to her charity 

Well at least that's how it seemed 

Here comes my train 

I'm on my way, what got into me 

I don't need your sympathy 

I won't read your poetry, oh bittersweets 

I was looking for a rhyme for the new times when I was distracted 

Yes those were precious times together that we wasted 

Now I'm working hard for my union card 

I must believe in charlotte street 

Though it was never my intention to stay so long 

So long