The Bolshoi

Lindy's Party

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Cold Streets, grey town
Early morning, no one around

Let's steal milk from a closed door
We won't drink it
But that's not what we do it for
Walking around like a runaway kite
These are the days of eternal nights

Say you were laughing at something
When I saw you first time
Such a model, what an actress
I must confess
I never thought that you'd be who you are, do what you do now

Cold streets, grey town
It's bound to get or bring you down

Chorus:
Lindy's party...Lindy's party
We talk about Doharty
Lindy's party

Hey you...Where you been lately
Nothing-ing around in stately style
Well your crew have changed
But they still hang on every word
They worship just the same

They worship just the same
Now you tell me I don't live in the real world
Say I will never understand
Well your hair's still red
You still got the same hands
Who told you you were a country girl
Who told you you were a country girl
Well I know who it was

Say why do you look like you're in pain
Why have your hands become how strange

Cold streets, grey town
It's bound to get or bring you down

But I remember the way you used to use your eyes
I remember your eyes and your thighs and
The jet black tights you wore underneath your long blue shirt
You bought secondhand to keep you dry on rainy nights
So who told you you were a country girl
Who told you you were a country girl
Star-crossed lovers headed for disaster
You took a lifetime on the morning after

(chorus x2)


Writer/s: The Bolshoi