Youth Group - Booth Street lyrics

This mistily remembered friend just breezed into town Pulling all the cobwebs out and blowing my defenses down I think that I've been needin' some of her spring cleanin' Now we're gone If I'd known she was coming I would have baked a cake But we'll have to make do with minimum chips and flake Let's throw away the recipe, let's make it up I see you standing on Booth Street Waiting on two feet there for me I see you, a full bag of fruit Yeah, I think that you suit Me to a tee The heavenly choir now coming out of church To the altar I don't walk I lurch Heaven knows I'm hard to please, but I'm trying to change I see you standing on Booth Street Waiting on two feet there for me I see you chewing your nails Yeah, it never fails To chew me up Been through it so many times that it seems I'm in the middle of a recurring dream I see you standing on Booth Street Waiting on two feet there for me I see you, your favorite shirt on I hear the word on The street is out I see you