HIGH RISING - Suede

Just a girl, North of England way

Came to me one sweet December day

Is your heart dear as cold as your room?

Told her several times that I didn’t like her tunes

Come to me softly

Come to me sweet

Are we so pale cos we don’t eat meat?

Are your arms dear as warm as mine?

Things could have been so different if we only have more time

And as I turn the page of my favourite book

Sweet Jean Vincent (?) was never that good

Can you see dear as good as me

?? and ?? will never set you free

Just a girl, North of England way

Sang to me on a darkest day

Is your heart dear as cold as your room?

I told her several times that I didn’t like her tunes

Sing to me softly

Sing to me sweet

Sing so weakly ??

Were your clothes dear as cheap as mine?