She looked like Marianne Faithful in 1967:
a pop-tart all gin and cigarettes, lips and heaven
she had a knowledge of all the routes to the bottom
I said I'd give her the rings,
I'd give her anything (that she wanted)...
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
don't you worry none...
gaudy glamour kisses and we were lit like Christmas
we spent our happy streak going from bad to bleak,
somebody said
"a man needs a woman to go to hell with"
I gave her all the rings,
I stole her everything (that she wanted)...
...chorus...
sell your friends and all the jerks you know
(getaway)
pay our penance -- shoot the radio
(getaway)
tell your ma we went to Idaho
(getaway)
close your eyes sugar we can go
(getaway)
anywhere you want, anywhere the wind blows...
a pop-tart all gin and cigarettes, lips and heaven
she had a knowledge of all the routes to the bottom
I said I'd give her the rings,
I'd give her anything (that she wanted)...
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
glum sugar,
my glum sugar-plum,
don't you worry none...
gaudy glamour kisses and we were lit like Christmas
we spent our happy streak going from bad to bleak,
somebody said
"a man needs a woman to go to hell with"
I gave her all the rings,
I stole her everything (that she wanted)...
...chorus...
sell your friends and all the jerks you know
(getaway)
pay our penance -- shoot the radio
(getaway)
tell your ma we went to Idaho
(getaway)
close your eyes sugar we can go
(getaway)
anywhere you want, anywhere the wind blows...