Tallulah took a shower for an hour,
Then walked down the street feeling beautiful and clean.
(Oh baby, know what I mean?)
Tallulah met a man at a newsstand,
Who asked her how does she dream.
(Oh baby, how do you dream?)
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen,
And then and then,
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
Tallulah your make-up needs a shake-up,
Your hair frames a perfect face.
Tallulah wasn't liberated,
By France or any other revolution.
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen,
And then and then,
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
(Oh baby, I know what you mean.)
(Oh baby, how do you dream?)
What she's missing
Is someone
Who will listen,
And then and then,
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me.
And then you tell me,
That I have a choice.
You, you.
You, you.
And then you tell me.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
From their fifth LP-masterwork in row. So many great songs, truely a favorite band!
Searchandpreserve 1 year ago
Was in a rented room, alone, in Ealing in summer 1993. Tiny JVC stereo, balmy summer nights, wind in the leaves, Heathrow jets some miles away. And this on CD. Solitariness was never sweeter.
transonicbuoy1 1 year ago
ah ye i was in sydney at this time,manly hotel,mercantile on the rocks,the kings head on pitt street.............great times
grass1963 1 year ago
Ah this takes me back - summer 1987. The magnificent and much missed Go. Betweens.
Papdog1 1 year ago