Pauline

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you whatWas a cold, blue sofa and an oriental rug
When your man got down
And your man told me
Let's go.

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Smells like a magazine, tastes like a watermelon
Looks like, looks like, looks like
You've got a problem.

It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was bored in spring,
I was looking for a thrill
In your pale, summer dress and your catalogue skirt
I wore black, I wore heels, I wore an Oxblood t-shirt.

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
The lamp looked down while the record player turned
I was sweet and pretty like a Chinese glamour girl.

It felt like love when he pulled me near
I was bored in spring, I was looking for a thrill
In your pale, summer dress and your catalogue skirt
I wore black, I wore heels, I wore a tight, red t-shirt.

Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Pauline, more than a memory
Girl, gotta tell you what
Was a cold, blue sofa and an Oriental rug
When your man got down and your man told me
Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Elleni Mandell