Saint Etienne: "Erica America" Lyrics

Transcribed by kevin hung



Hair in curls

Not quite as tall as the other girls

Id ran away from the laughter upstairs

Wear high heels and I cut my hair

Try to conceal so tired of their small town games

Whistle a tune of a horse with no name

Hang around by the stadium

Drinking a wine like a bowery bum



Erica lets go out tonight

Staying out till the morning light

Erica lets go out tonight

Everythings gonna be alright



Diamond joe

He took my watch and my stereo

I wished I hadnt got a permanent wave

Cant show my face at the town arcade

Cant stand that place anyway



Tired of their small town games

Whistle a tune of I gotta see jane yeah

Read the stars of an aries girl

Wear the crown in another world