Market Blues

♪ ♪ ♫ Nothing's the same if you see it again
It'll be broken down to litter
Oh, and the clothes everyone knows
That dress will never fit her


Getting hung up all day on smiles
Walking down portobello road for miles
Greeting strangers in indian boots,
Yellow ties and old brown suits
Growing old is my only danger ♫ ♫ ♪