Invitation to the Blues - Jennifer Warnes
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Invitation to the Blues Lyrics
Well, shes up against the register, an apron and a spatula
With yesterdays deliveries and tickets for bachelors
Shes a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
But shes just an invitation to the bluesBut you feel like Cagney
And she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwabs drugstore
You wonder if she might be singleShes a loner, likes to mingle
Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
She says how you gonna likeem
Medium or scrambled?Any way is the only way, be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out here
Its tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
Aint nothing but an invitation to the bluesBut you cant take your eyes off her
Get another cup of java
And its just the way she pours it for you
Joking with the customersOh mercy, Mr. Percy, there aint nothing back in jersey
But a broken down jalopy of a man I left behind
And a dream that I was chasing, a battle with booze
An open invitation to the bluesAh, but shes had a sugar daddy and a candy apple caddy
A bank account and everything
Accustomed to the finer things
He left her for a socialiteHe didnt love her except at night and then hes drunk
And never even told her that he cared
So she took the registration, car keys and her shoes
Left with an invitation to the bluesNow theres continental railways leaving
Local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, Im sticking 'round here for a while
Get a room at squireThe filling stations hiring and I can cat here every night
What the hell have I got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay, I gotta choose
Ill accept your invitation to the blues
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