"Hobart Paving" by Saint Etienne

[intro sample (on the album):]
Do you think a girl should go to bed with a feller, if she
doesn't love him? 
No. [pause] Unless it's me.


I heard she drove the silvery sports-car / 
along the empty streets last night. / 
Hanging around / with hair-dos like mine. / 
No, I haven't seen the kids for some time. / 


Picked up her shoes from the red-brick stairway, / 
just like a harpsichordist she moved. / 
And back upstairs / at half past two, / 
with a paper folded, outside the loo. / 


Rain falls / like Elvis tears. / 
Oh no, / no sugar tonight. / 
Out on the high street, / dim all the lights and / 
cry coloured tears again. / 


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? / 
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? / 
The ticket's in my hand, the train pulls down the line. / 


Rain falls / like Elvis tears. / 
Oh no, / no sugar. / 
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.) / 
Oh no, no sugar tonight, / (Don't forget to catch me.) / 
Oh no, no sugar tonight, / (Don't forget to catch me.) / 
No no, no sugar tonight. / (Don't forget to catch me.) / 
Don't forget to catch me...