Saint Etienne
"Avenue"


[sample:]
A lemonade.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.

[backing throughout the verses:] ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Pass me the suitcase, baby. I know its not that easy and
Give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories,
And oh, oh, how many years is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach, I
Think I lose all these things still, meaning Im not holy and, oh,
Oh, your honey-dish, oh, its on my list.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

Wish my hearts wish climbing out your window
For your savage amusement.
You put a spell over me, well,
Smells like lemon flavour.

Ba-ba-da ba-da ba-ba-ba-da...

Tuesday, if I had you back again you know Im against the future.
Wednesday, I was a little girl (I was the little girl whod like to snog your face.)
And ooh, oh, how many years is it now maurice?

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.

Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
Oo-oo-ooh, young heart.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.
(and then I shall go back to maurice.)
And, ooh, oh the clowns no good.