She drove her mother's car, 'twas a deux cheval
I was most impressed by the casual dress
I was most impressed
Inside her rented room colored deepest blue
I suppose we found some kind of happiness
To fill the emptiness
we were simply wasting precious time
Hiding from the cruelest summer sun
she drove her mother's car to get away from me
Heaven knows that I, I can sympathize
Oh I can sympathize
Oh we were never close, if the truth were told
All we ever shared was a taste in clothes
Oh we were never close
we were simply losing everything
Underneath the cruelest london sun
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Lyrics by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions
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