ParolesInvitation to the Blues

Claudia Bettinaglio

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Well, she′s up against the register with an apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries and the tickets for the bachelors She′s a movin' violation from her conk down to her shoes

But it's just an invitation to the blues And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab′s Drugstore You wonder if she might be single, she′s a loner likes to mingle Got to be patient and pick up a clue She said: How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled? You say: Anyway′s the only way, be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket gettin' out of here In a tired bus station, in an old pair of shoes ′Cause it ain't nothin′ but an invitation to the blues But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of Java And it's just the way she pours it for you, jokin′ with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain′t nothin' back in Jersey But a broken down jalopy of a man I left behind And a dream that I was chasin′ And a battle with the booze And an open invitation to the blues But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candyapple Caddy And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't love her ′cept at night And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared So they took the registration, and the car keys and his shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues But there′s a Continental Trailways leavin' Local bus tonight, good evenin' You can have my seat, I′m stickin′ round here for a while Get me a room at the Squire, and the fillin' station′s hirin' Now I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose? Got a crazy sensation, go or stay, and I gotta choose And I′ll accept your invitation to the blues

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