The Curious Thing About Leather lyrics

Cynthia Weston dressed in phone booth receiver resting upon her front tooth as she mines her pockests for change. She's looking about for the narrator, the dialtone is broken by the operator who hums The curious thing about leather Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the conversations bear your name. Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the situatations taste the same. Cynthia Weston gets so depressed when she can't place the names for the pop IQ test as the billboard's thinking differently. The circus is calling they're looking for a darling, ol' Miss Weston, you'd be perfect for the role. The curious thing about leather. Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the conversations bear your name. Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the situatations taste the same. Perhaps you lapse into a day dream where it may seem Too complex and daylifeesque so you wonder worry you might find it hard to distinguish that in which the dream that you just had from the daytime genre the cops come busting in looking for Miss Westin the circus in calling looking for a darling Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the conversations bear your name. Sunday morning traffic came and it pushed you down to another place where all the situatations taste the same