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Invitation To The Blues （LP 版）-Tom Waits
Written by ：Tom Waits
Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula
Yesterday's deliveries tickets for the bachelors
She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
Well it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be single she's a loner and likes to mingle
Got to be patient try and pick up a clue
She said how you gonna like 'em over medium or scrambled
You say anyway's the only way be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
But you can't take your eyes off her get another cup of java
It's just the way she pours it for you joking with the customers
Mercy mercy Mr.Percy there ain't nothing back in jersey
But a broken down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing and a battle with booze
And an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy apple Caddy
And a bank account and everything accustomed to the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite and he didn't 'cept at night
And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared
So they took the registration and the car keys and her shoes
And left her with an invitation to the blues
Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight good evening
You can have my seat I'm sticking round here for a while
Get me a room at the squire the filling station's hiring
And I can eat here every night what the hell have I got to lose
Got a crazy sensation go or stay now I gotta choose
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
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