Baton rouge
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When I think of you Baton Rouge
I think of a Mariachi band
I think of 16 and a crisp green football field
I think of the girl I never had
When I think of you Baton Rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
The windows are foggy and so are we
as the police asked for our ID
So helpless
So helpless
Ooohhh, ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
So helpless
Well I once had a car
Lost it in a divorce
The judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
or else I set the trial date
So now when I think of you Baton Rouge
and the deep southern belles with their touch
I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush
in the fields in the swamps in the rush
In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind
When did you start seeing me
as a spider spinning web
of malicious intent
And you as poor poor me
at the fire at the joint
This disinterred and broken mount
in the bedroom in the house
where we were unmarried
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
When was I the villain your heart
Putting the brake on your start
You slapped my face and cried and screamed
That's what marriage came to mean
The bitterest ending of a dream
You wanted children
and I did not
Was that what it was all about
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
I wish I had
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
Sometimes when I think of Baton Rouge
I see us with 2 1/2 strapping sons
1 1/2 flushed daughters preparing to marry
and two fat grandsons I can barely carry
Daddy, uncle, family gathered there for grace
A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
And I'm back in the big city worn from the race of the
chase what a waste
So thanks for the card
The announcement of child
And I must say you and Sam look great
Your daughter's gleaming in that white wedding dress
with pride
Sad to say I could never bring that to you
that wide smile
So I try not to think of Baton Rouge
Or of a, of a, of a Mariachi band
Or of 16 and a crisp green football field
and the girl, and the girl I never ha- ha- ha- had
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
So helpless
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transcribed by Shiroh KOUCHI (wildside@mtci.ne.jp)
http://w3.mtci.ne.jp/~wildside/lou_reed/index.html
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