Lovely Rita
Lovely Rita meter maid, Lovely Rita meter maid
Lovely Rita meter maid,
Nothing can come between us,
When it gets dark I tow your heart away.
Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling in a ticket in her little white book.
In a cap she looked much older,
And the bag across her shoulder
Made her look a little like a military man.
Lovely Rita meter maid,
May I inquire discreetly,
When are you free to take some tea with me.
Took her out and tried to win her,
Had a laugh and over dinner,
Told her I would really like to see her again,
Got the bill and Rita paid it,
Took her home I nearly made it,
Sitting on the sofa with a sister or two.
Oh, lovely Rita meter maid,
Where would I be without you,
Give us a wink and make me think of you.
 Κάποιος
στοLiverpool μου είπε ότι στην Αμερική αποκαλούν τις
γυναίκες που ελέγχουν τα παρκόμετρα «meter maids».
Μου φάνηκε πολύ καλή ιδέα και έφτιαξα το «Ritf Meter
Maid» και στη συνέχεια «Lovely Rita Meter Maid».
Σκεφτόμουνα ότι θα έπρεπε να είναι ένα τραγούδι
μίσους αλλά στη συνέχεια σκέφτηκα ότι θάταν καλύτερα
να την αγαπούσα και να ήταν στραμμένη σα
στρατιωτικός με μια τσάντα κρεμασμένη στον ώμο της.
Εκνευριστική αλλά συμπαθητική.
Paul McCartney |
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