Sold

The same old scenes
The boring drag
Another weekend snore
Don’t feel a thing
This stuff’s no good
I guess I’ll take three more
The girl against the wall looks good
But I don’t know her
I’d chat her up a bit but
Then I’d have to show her
Who I am and it’s all over
I’ve got the digits now
I tell myself I’ll make the call
It’s such a bother though
To make a fuss about it all
I sleep a dreamless sleep
Tonight on someone’s sofa
Beneath a threadbare quilt
That was woven long ago
By someone’s grandma
For the bitter northern cold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
Don’t care about tomorrow morning
Don’t care about my best friend’s warnings
I pass her house as I go home
Well after all I guess I’ll call her
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold
That girl, that girl has got me sold