Jane Taylor
My Street
Down on my street in a cafeA young man is scribblingSipping a latteSmokes his cigarettes down tothe coreThinks he's SatreBut he can't write a birthday cardAcross the street a girl with a smileTalking on the telephoneCatches his eyeAnd she's really an alienYou wouldn't knowDressed in an overcoatOut incognitoThey are only pretendingchorusDown on my streetI'm not what I seemAnd you could be anyoneIf you know what I meanDown on my streetThey're making it upRight in front of youBut don't be surprised'Cause you pretend tooLetras de canciones'Round the cornerA couple in a fightKept the neighbours upMaking love all nightAnd a man dressed in a suitWalks with briefcase and tieHas a painted left toenailBut don't ask him whyAn old lady sits on a bench in the parkIn second hand clothingAnd ragged old scarfThough she's really a DuchessShe doesn't care. Look in her bagsThere's a million in thereIt's a secret that she'll never tellchorusAnd I see it allHere at my windowWatching this streetLike a little TV show'Cause all that is hiddenIs all that we areA little eccentricAnd slightly bizarreLet's pretend we're ordinary people
From Letras Mania