Wailing Wall

Never want to see you, making love
To some new man your friends all say
You've been going 'round with, while I've been out of town
Holding all his strange cigarettes
Well that's a loser's Jerusalem's tired wailing-wall
And a cliche, babe not for this song
So like a man jumping on eggs, babe I'm going to stay
Not a moment too late or too long
So like a man jumping on eggs, babe I'm going to stay
Not a moment too late or too long

I'm getting tired of cheating on myself
I was saying to some French girl called Marie
Coming on strong isn't right, or wrong
It just depends on the people that you meet
Saint Catherine's fire-wheels, may sping on your wall
And your kisses may be too hot or too long
So like a man jumping on eggs etc

I must be getting kind of overcomen
Ah whish those city blues one time again
That come to me when I'm singing, to pay the debts while I'm living
With a woman who holds me all to blame
Those Saint Catherine's fire-wheels that spin on your wall
You know can throw shadows as dark as Patrick's well
So like a man jumping on eggs etc. Repeat