Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Arthur Russell
Last Saturday afternoon
She and me could not agree
We got mad and both decided
To lock the door, throw away the key
I drove off to Santa Barbara
She kept on at acting school
Driving in my yellow sports car
I would never play the fool
Made it to the other freeway
And stopped to get some gasoline
I had not been so downhearted
Not since I was seventeen
I found the men's room after looking
Around the corner of the place
Over letters M-E-N
The note was pinned up to my face
It said:
I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you
I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you
Last Saturday afternoon
She and me could not agree
We got mad and both decided
To lock the door, throw away the key
I drove off to cold Rhode Island
She kept living on her own
I was dreaming at the stoplight
I talked on the telephone
I said:
I still love you
I wish there was some way to show you
I'm thinking of you
And I can't pretend that I don't know you