Oh come to me
Or I’ll come to you
I only wanna do what you want to
Be real mean
Or read magazines
Your tongue is sharp but oh my love’s a whetstone new
Laura there’s something about the way
You sit and you smoke on the fire escape
I’d walk from Harlem to Sheepshead Bay
Just to hear your lips moving to say my name
I guess that’s all I wanted to say
Take a walk with me
Tell me anything
Would your sister care
If you let me cut your hair
Take a walk with me
Round the willow tree
It may weep in lines
But we’re just entwined
Laura there’s something about the way
You make eyes with me ‘cross the gallery
I’d walk from Harlem to Sheepshead Bay
Just to hear your lips moving to say my name
I guess that’s all I wanted
To be near you
In your arms where
Autumn cannot even touch us now...
Laura there’s something about the way
You sit and you smoke on the fire escape
I’d walk from Harlem to Sheepshead Bay
Just to hear your lips moving to say my name
I guess that’s all I wanted to say
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
