Download MP3 (9 MB) FLAC (31 MB) (try right-click “save as” if left-click doesn’t work for you)
Long version MP3 (12 MB) FLAC (41 MB)
Recorded on Music Street and © 2009 Music Street Music
No one ever asks So nobody knows what the girl with the sign out is selling And she isn’t telling She picks up a plate And serves up a tribute to something she hates and wouldn’t live without Then we’re on our way, to a play, we’re off to a play She might as well have a gun to her head As she slowly gets out of the car I’ve never seen anything like it before It’s like suddenly her misery isn’t funny anymore And we’re not in the money anymore The stage is a mess (What a dump, such a hell of a mess) The heroine trips on the hem of the dress she is wearing I’m past caring And he gets a laugh (What a joke, it’s a laugh and a half) With a throwaway line about his bitter, better half as she stumbles off And out of the way, in a play, we’re in a play She might as well have a knife to her throat As she tells me that I’ve been unfair I’ve never heard anything like it before It’s like suddenly her misery isn’t funny anymore And we’re not in the money anymore
love it