Jack White

Had my dream I held your hand on matbroad avenue
We crossed the road and never spoke to another as we flew
Left your man alone in drag laughing there at us
A romantic bust a blunder turned explosive blunderbuss

An ancient grand hotel of persian thread and ivory
And when your man would turn his head I'd see you look at me

Poots of brown and cigarette and deamons in your pocket
That sbag romance performed a dance inside a silver locket

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Corner exit that's not enought to walk out standing straight
Designed by men so ladies would have to lean back in their gate

You grabbed my arm and left with me but you were not allowed to
You took me to a public place t quietly blent into

Such a trick pretending not to be doing what you want to
But seems like everybody does this every waking moment

I laid you down and touched you like the two of us both needed
Safe to say that others might not approve of this and pleaded

So selfish them would be there crying who would be brave to argue
Doing what two people need is never on the menu

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