Текст The Decemberists – The Capp Street Girls

Oh, the Cap Street girls
With their pretty curls and bows
And the lonely lights in their eyes
How I long to lie

When I was young
I had thought
They’re just pretty painted ladies
Waving fans from their chez lounge in Devans

But then I grew old
And I learned
Of the pleasures that were waiting
In their powdered bosoms
Bottomless
It was torture for a man
Should he land in the hands of the Cap Street girls

Oh, the Cap Street girls
Their pretty curls and bows
And the lonely light in their eyes
How I long to ride
On a summer’s night in there
In the arms of the Cap Street girls

Then came the day
When they came to tear down all the buildings
Making way for the Cap Street fair
And all the girls disappeared
To Woolworth’s and Hennesey’s
Selling clothes and pantyhose
How it all just slipped away

Oh, the Cap Street girls
Their pretty curls and bows
And the lonely light in their eyes
How I long to lie
On a summer’s night in there
In the arms of the Cap Street girls