Jennifer Warnes - Invitation To The Blues Lyrics
Well, shes up against the registerAn apron and a spatulaWith yesterdays deliveriesAnd tickets for bachelorsShes a moving violationFrom her conk down to her shoesBut shes just an invitation to the bluesBut you feel like cagneyAnd she looks like Rita HayworthAt the counter of the Schwabs drugstoreYou wonder if she might be singleShes a loner, likes to mingleGot to be patience, try to pick up a clueShe says how you gonna likeemMedium or scrambled?Any way is the only wayBe careful not to gambleOn a guy with a suitcaseAnd a ticket getting out hereIts tired bus stationAnd an old pair of shoesAint nothing but an invitation to the bluesBut you cant take your eyes off herGet another cup of javaAnd its just the way she pours it for youJoking with the customersOh mercy, Mr. Percy!There aint nothing back in jerseyBut a broken down jalopyOf a man i left behindAnd a dream that i was chasingA battle with boozeAn open invitation to the bluesAh, but shes had a sugar daddyAnd a candy apple caddyA bank account and everythingAccustomed to the finer thingsHe left her for a socialiteHe didnt love her except at nightAnd then hes drunkAnd never even told her that he caredSo she took the registrationCar keys and her shoesLeft with an invitation to the bluesNow theres continental trailways leavingLocal bus tonight, good eveningYou can have my seatIm sticking round here for a whileGet a room at squireThe filling stations hiringAnd I can cat here every nightWhat the hell have I got to loseGot a crazy sensationGo or stay, I gotta chooseIll accept your invitation to the blues
