Hot Club De Paris - For the Parties Past and Present lyrics

The crumpled phone number and the lullaby whir Of the nearest laundrette reminds me of her We're swimming with sharks, tide love and tough cooking The impulsive streak of a streetwise rookie She works alone When I think of her, I see her dress With the summer sewn into it's cotton checks Ohh She left relatively early, avoiding fidgeting fingers And bedroom doors swinging on their hinges The party downstairs was tired and torn Sleeping on the floor with the curtains drawn The sunlight peeped through the cracks And what was left? Some aching hearts and some morning breath The world outside sprang to life We wrote "Good morning" backwards in the condensation All still high on our old supply Like the kind of guys who never learn their lesson A silhouette by the open front door Ignored the voice that said to stay for one more Left in shoes made for the night And unsuitable in the glare of daylight When I think of her in that dress With the summer sewn into it's cotton checks It seems a shame that I didn't try to catch her attention To say good bye that time