Positively Fourth Arrondissement

This is an old song (1998 or so), and no MP3 is available; it stumbled into my consciousness a few weeks ago and I resurrected it for my last gig. I think there’s another verse that I’ve forgotten – any memories would be welcome. Incidentally, there may be new songs coming soon, but no promises.

The God Squad’s in the cupboard, it’s something of a crush
The agnostic fundamentalists are tarring them with one brush
You come rushing out of there, hell for leather
There’s someone after you with a feather

I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

There’s a busker at the Bastille, singing Dylan songs
He thinks he knows the lyrics but he’s going badly wrong
You toss a five-franc piece at him, stand singing with him
You really hit the harmonies on Rainy Day Women

I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

Now the rucksack’s full of ready-salted, the penguin smells of beer
Are we first or nowhere? it really isn’t clear
If you’re the last one out of here, be sure to hit the light
I need to get a good night’s sleep tonight

I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want you to know that you can make them come true
I want you to know you’re the woman of my dreams
I want to be half of a beautiful tangle with you.

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