On Blonde Street Lyrics

Song	On Blonde Street
Artist	Stephen Bishop
Album	Blue Guitars
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	作词 : Bishop
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Patsy clutches her rosary
	and from her window she sees
	Lots of social interaction
	from the people down on Blonde Street
	Thru' the peephole she sees the Landlord
	who's come for more than her rent
	He says, "I'm kicking you out pronto.
	unless your body gives me consent"
	But Patsy won't give into just any guy
	Crushed like a grape
	from where she must hide...you see
	Life is not her cup of tea...yeah
	But she says,
	"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"
	There's a baby in the next room
	Watchin' some guy die on T.V.
	There are lovers in the basement
	havin' some kind of touchin' spree
	Down the hall there's young Jimbo
	who's got his heart in hell
	'Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant
	is going on Sally Jesse Raphael
	Patsy laughs at her girlfriends
	They're tryin' to marry someone rich
	They all hang around the sofa and say
	"Hey, ain't love a bitch?"
	And Mars is a Planet
	Where she'll find her man
	She'll sail thru' the black hole
	'til it's his arms she's in
	With eyes like Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
	She won't be living the life of a Nun
	and that's what she gets...
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Her memories don't mean nothing
	So she throws them away
	Like that night in his bedroom
	When he looked just like
	a Young Hemingway
	and she was the, "Catch of the Day"...
	Now she's walkin' down Blonde Street
	Where there's so many places to hide
	She's got a River of denial
	of what's locked up inside...
	But she just wants to Fly...
	and she says...
	"I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

	zuo ci : Bishop
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Patsy clutches her rosary
	and from her window she sees
	Lots of social interaction
	from the people down on Blonde Street
	Thru' the peephole she sees the Landlord
	who' s come for more than her rent
	He says, " I' m kicking you out pronto.
	unless your body gives me consent"
	But Patsy won' t give into just any guy
	Crushed like a grape
	from where she must hide... you see
	Life is not her cup of tea... yeah
	But she says,
	" I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"
	There' s a baby in the next room
	Watchin' some guy die on T. V.
	There are lovers in the basement
	havin' some kind of touchin' spree
	Down the hall there' s young Jimbo
	who' s got his heart in hell
	' Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant
	is going on Sally Jesse Raphael
	Patsy laughs at her girlfriends
	They' re tryin' to marry someone rich
	They all hang around the sofa and say
	" Hey, ain' t love a bitch?"
	And Mars is a Planet
	Where she' ll find her man
	She' ll sail thru' the black hole
	' til it' s his arms she' s in
	With eyes like Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
	She won' t be living the life of a Nun
	and that' s what she gets...
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Her memories don' t mean nothing
	So she throws them away
	Like that night in his bedroom
	When he looked just like
	a Young Hemingway
	and she was the, " Catch of the Day"...
	Now she' s walkin' down Blonde Street
	Where there' s so many places to hide
	She' s got a River of denial
	of what' s locked up inside...
	But she just wants to Fly...
	and she says...
	" I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

	zuò cí : Bishop
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Patsy clutches her rosary
	and from her window she sees
	Lots of social interaction
	from the people down on Blonde Street
	Thru' the peephole she sees the Landlord
	who' s come for more than her rent
	He says, " I' m kicking you out pronto.
	unless your body gives me consent"
	But Patsy won' t give into just any guy
	Crushed like a grape
	from where she must hide... you see
	Life is not her cup of tea... yeah
	But she says,
	" I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"
	There' s a baby in the next room
	Watchin' some guy die on T. V.
	There are lovers in the basement
	havin' some kind of touchin' spree
	Down the hall there' s young Jimbo
	who' s got his heart in hell
	' Cause the girlfriend he got pregnant
	is going on Sally Jesse Raphael
	Patsy laughs at her girlfriends
	They' re tryin' to marry someone rich
	They all hang around the sofa and say
	" Hey, ain' t love a bitch?"
	And Mars is a Planet
	Where she' ll find her man
	She' ll sail thru' the black hole
	' til it' s his arms she' s in
	With eyes like Walnuts and Cinnamon skin
	She won' t be living the life of a Nun
	and that' s what she gets...
	Well the Sun pokes thru' Blonde Street
	and shines on the cracks
	On the walls and the heartaches
	and they never shine back
	Her memories don' t mean nothing
	So she throws them away
	Like that night in his bedroom
	When he looked just like
	a Young Hemingway
	and she was the, " Catch of the Day"...
	Now she' s walkin' down Blonde Street
	Where there' s so many places to hide
	She' s got a River of denial
	of what' s locked up inside...
	But she just wants to Fly...
	and she says...
	" I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET
	I WANNA LIVE ON BLONDE STREET"

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