Carry my bag ten blocks,
It's August but it feels like the end of the year.
Going to dance with the Scottish broads,
The house band is playing like a jukebox,
Put a quarter in their jar.

You're looking like I should take you home,
Sing you to sleep in your wicker throne,
Left-handed angel, it is time to go.

You're either on, or you're off
You're either with me, or you're not.

I'm sorry I had to wake you up,
My bags are round, I have to catch the next bus.
Your Saturn eyes are tired and wild,
You're waving goodbye like a jovial child; steam in you hair, moon on your mind.

Go back to sleep in your cotton mine, wishful thoughts and a Polish sunrise,
Left-Handed Angel, goodbye.

You're either on, or you're off
You're either with me, or you're not.


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