Lady with the Braid

Would you care to stay 'til sunrise? It's completely your decision It's just that going home is such a ride, such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is a low and lonely ride Would you hang your denim jacket 'Neath that poster of Picasso? Do you sleep on the left side or the right, or the right? Would you mind if I leave on the light? Would you mind if it isn't too bright? Now I need the window open So if you happen to get chilly There's this coverlet that my cousin hand-crocheted, hand crocheted Do you mind if the edges arе frayed? Would you like to unfasten my braid? Shall I makе you in the morning A cup of homemade coffee? I'll sweeten it with honey and with cream When you sleep Do you have dreams? You can read the early paper And I can watch you while you shave Oh God, the mirror's cracked When you leave Will you come back? You don't have to answer that at all The bathroom's just across the hall There's an extra towel on the rack And the paisley-patterned papered wall There's a comb on the shelf I papered that wall myself That wall myself Would you care to stay 'til sunrise? It's completely your decision It's just the night cuts through me like a knife, like a knife Would you care to stay a while and save my life? Would you care to stay a while and save my life? I don't know what made me say that I've got this funky sense of humour You know I could not be downhearted if I tried, if I tried It's just that going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Going home is such a ride Isn't going home a long, lonely ride? Isn't going home a low and lonely ride? Isn't going home a low and lonely ride?