Bedford, Bedford, down the street
met a man, had a drink
brown in the glass
stupid and sweet
Bedford
Call from the bar
and he'll throw down the key
hang out the window
I'll catch it, catch me
brown in the glass
stupid and sweet
Bedford
Should I have stood up
on the table to dance
kick off my boots
lampshade a hat
something a souvenir
hopeless to grasp
foolish
Should I have stood up
on the table to dance
at least I'd be dancing
not laid flat on my back
something a souvenir
hopeless to grasp
foolish, foolish
Bedford, Bedford, down the street
climbing the stairs
having a seat
brown in the glass
stupid and sweet
Bedford
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