Texty: Libertines, The. Pay The Lay.

Every blue song in the world has the answer

So I'll tell you in the morning,

The words I mumbled into soft white pillows

On a sleepy autumn dawn

Oh well, we'll go to the market

Go to the market

Where the good weather goes

We leave our prints in a dusty closet

Oh we'll steal each other's clothes



There's a streetlamp on in the middle of the day

It's not too far out of our way

It's such a lovely day

What do you say?



Or I can always

Pay the woman on my way back home

Pay her on my way

Pay the lady on my way

Pay her on my way

Pay the woman on my way back home

If you let me go