Laura

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