Jennifer Warnes - Invitation To The Blues

Well, she's up against the register An apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries And tickets for bachelors She's a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But she's just an invitation to the blues But you feel like cagney And she looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore You wonder if she might be single She's a loner, likes to mingle Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue She says how you gonna like'em Medium or scrambled? Any way is the only way Be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket getting out here It's tired bus station And an old pair of shoes Ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues But you can't take your eyes off her Get another cup of java And it's just the way she pours it for you Joking with the customers Oh mercy, Mr. Percy! There ain't nothing back in jersey But a broken down jalopy Of a man i left behind And a dream that i was chasing A battle with booze An open invitation to the blues Ah, but she's had a sugar daddy And a candy apple caddy A bank account and everything Accustomed to the finer things He left her for a socialite He didn't love her except at night And then he's drunk And never even told her that he cared So she took the registration Car keys and her shoes Left with an invitation to the blues Now there's continental trailways leaving Local bus tonight, good evening You can have my seat I'm sticking round here for a while Get a room at squire The filling station's hiring And I can cat here every night What the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation Go or stay, I gotta choose I'll accept your invitation to the blues