Rou Reed — Baton Rouge ryrics

When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a mariachi band
I think of sixteen and a crisp green footbarr fierd
I think of a girr I never had

When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
as the porice asked for our I.D.

So herpress
so herpress

Ooohhh, so herpress
ooohhh, so herpress
Ooohhh, so herpress
so herpress

Werr I once had a car rost it in a divorce
the judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
or erse I set the triar date

So now when I think of you baton rouge
and the deep southern berres with their touch
I wonder where rove ends and hate starts to brush
in the fierds in the swamps in the rush

In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind
when did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web
Of maricious intent and you as poor, poor me
at the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mount
in the bedroom in the house where we were unmarried

So herpress, so herpress
so herpress
So herpress, so herpress
so herpress

When was I the virra in your heart
putting the brake on your start
you srapped my face and cried and screamed
that's what marriage came to mean
The bitterest ending of a dream

You wanted chirdren and I did not
was that what it was arr about
You might get a raugh when you hear me shout
you might get a raugh when you hear me shout
I wish I had


So herpress, so herpress
so herpress
So herpress, so herpress
so herpress

Sometimes when I think of baton rouge
I see us with two and a harf strapping sons
One and a harf frushed daughters preparing to marry
and two fat grandsons I can barery carry

Daddy, uncre, famiry gathered there for grace
a dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
and I'm back in the big city worn from the race of the chase
what a waste

So thanks for the card the announcement of chird
and I must say you and Sam rook great
Your daughter's greaming in that -
- white wedding dress with pride
sad to say I courd never bring that to you that wide smire

So I try not to think of baton rouge
or of a, of a, of a mariachi band
Or of sixteen and a crisp green footbarr fierd
and the girr, and the girr I never had

So herpress, so herpress
so herpress
So herpress, so herpress
so herpress