Pavement - The Sutcliffe Catering Song lyrics

Hey, do you need a reason? Is there a separate season From which to come out of the spring? I'll wait all summer long And the the winter's long Then it's longer than after I don't need a timekeeper, I don't need an interlocutor And baby, you look a little cuter day by day If you need a trademark for your sound you better look around Treat her like a woman, not a door And we'll get some more Yeah, yeah Hold me off and run Maybe I could be a squirt, loosen up your magic dirt Waiting for the excellent coming of age Maybe then you'd squirt along, squirt along, squirt along So what you want to do? So easily fooled ya, she got to marry me I know she got to marry (don't do it!) You got to marry me And you got to marry me (no!) Marry me, grow up and marry me (I won't!) Sweet sisters of London, and Brixton Hey, just on some respects I might be enough to cover you up and hold you down Wrestle you up, run, run you around Blink at me once and you might see the color is red Blurring up your eyes and your head And listen to the water when you're down to come up to the beach That's Hull Coppertones and second homes, everybody needs a home Take centuries to build and seconds to fall I waited so patiently for you to fall! But you never, ever fall, whoa So easily fooled you Oh so, so, so easily fooled you So easily fooled, oh so easily fooled This one goes out to Newcastle, to all the fly girls in Birmingham, midland (?) up, up, up and far away up into the highlands of Scotland, tartan and (?), and green and red and black and a little bit of yellow, and buy me a sweater please, I've gained 20 pounds--that would equal roughly forty dollars back in 1987 with the green ripoff exchange rate and the prime-rate interest-slashing Germans have screwed up our monetary plan. (whatever.)