Four Leaf Clover

Primeira Parte Sitting in a mess still undressed As the kettle whistle blows Paperback novelette still open And the door is closed           Pré-Refrão You got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times    For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign   And when the night is over And the drugs are gone    All you’ve got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat   And when the night is over And the drugs are gone   You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold   Segunda Parte Six pages down and she’s lighting up Her train-wreck soul She was abandoned by her lover Left by the road So apalling scrawling those bullshit words It’s thirsty work She’ll stumble down to the boozer Just to have a flirt         Pré-Refrão You got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times   For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a sign   And when the night is over And the drugs are gone    All you’ve got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat   And when the night is over And the drugs are gone   You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold Terceira parte (        ) (          ) You got a real sick mind You got a real sick mind And when the night is over And the drugs are gone    All you’ve got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat   And when the night is over And the drugs are gone   You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold