Genevieve

Oh, Genevieve, this town is a guillotine Sharp tongues like blades so mean they can bleed you blue All those neighbourhood boys just want to get in your corduroys I can't blame 'em but they miss the point with a girl like you Oh, oh, Genevieve Hey there Genevieve, you never had much use for me But I'll keep you company until the ambulance comes Cruel maps of railroad scars, along the tracks of your pretty arms How the hell did it get so hard just to take life as it comes Oh, oh Genevieve Oh, sweet Genevieve No, don't do it Don't climb your bedroom walls Don't rise to it 'Cause you're smarter than them all And I always knew it I just never had the guts to call I hung up once or twice My fingers cold as ice And I left you all alone On the dark side of the phone Hey Gen you know some day, we oughta cut class and run away Hop a Greyhound to Montreal and start us a band I can sing and play guitar and you can scream all the pretty parts Cross your fingers those city dogs don't tear us apart Oh, oh Genevieve Oh, sweet Genevieve Hold on to me My sweet Genevieve