And then she takes your voice
When the game got rough
But left looking just like a ghost
And I haven't got the strength
They just stand around and boast
They got some hungry women there
And if you're lookin' to get silly
Don't put on any airs
Please tell her "Thanks a lot"
Well, I started out on burgundy
You'd better go back to from where you came
How they blackmailed the sergeant-at-arms
Into leaving his post
And negativity don't pull you through
I cannot move
And my best friend, the doctor
There was no one there even to bluff
Won't even say what it is I've got
Because the cops don't need you
And she invites you up into her room
Now if you see Saint Annie
Who just arrived here from the coast
Everybody said they'd stand behind me
And man, they expect the same
She speaks good English
And you're so kind and careful
It's either fortune or fame
To get up and take another shot
But soon hit the harder stuff
Who looked so fine at first
All the authorities
And picking up my brother Carl
And my fingers are all in a knot
And man, they'll really make a mess out of you
And leaves you howling at the moon
And your gravity fails
Up on Project Hill
Not to go to her too soon
When you're down on Rue Morgue Avenue
I'm going back to New York City
Though neither of them are to be what they claim
Ah, but the joke was on me
You can take one or the other
The peasants call her the goddess of gloom
Well that's it folks that's it, that's it
Sweet Melinda
