"Martha, My Dear"


Well, I saw the most beautiful woman
I think I'll ever see
In a hair salon today where I delivered food
And I wondered to myself
As I pulled away from there
Just why I was in such a mood
Then my thoughts drifted home
To where you are, my love
Lounging about in my room
And I wondered aloud
As I drove on in my car
Just why I had thought that was good
So goodbye Sticky Fingers
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road
I'm crippled by what lingers
But too pickled to grow old
You hold me in such a tragic embrace
You hold me in such a tragic embrace
If only I could tell you
If only I could tell you
If only I could tell you
Martha, my dear
Get me out of here
My car is driving back to you
One foot on the gas, one on the brake
My heart is falling back toward you
But falls so fast and still too late


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