Holly Cole - Invitation To The Blues lyrics

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula Yesterday's deliveries, the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes She says, "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?" Anyways the only way, be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here A tired bus station, old pair of shoes This nothing but an invitation to the blues You can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there's nothing back in Jersey But a broken-down jalopy and a dream I was chasing A battle with the booze, an open invitation to the blues She used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite, and never loved her 'cept at night And then he's drunk and he never even told her that he cared So they took the registration, her car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues There's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while Get me a room at the Squire, where the filling station's hiring I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation, go or stay I've gotta choose I accept your invitation to the blues