Postscript - '52 Cadillac

Smoke and games your life becomes Leave your loving on the run He left a note soaked in wine Put down his hand and caused a scene The wind was howling awful mean How could you leave my love behind Yeah I left you standing at that bar Your rolled up sleeves, your Gretsch guitar I'm gonna make myself a name Ooh, you can't change your hand when it's been played Can't change the tracks underneath the train You play the club, well I play the heart Ooh, and although you drive me crazy, crazy I'll be driving without you baby, baby Coz I gotta '52 Cadillac mother You can't ride it though Coz you gone and screwed me over I gotta '52 Cadillac mother You can't ride it though Coz you gone and screwed me over