Ghost Tarts Of Stockholm by The Minus 5 Lyrics
In
Woollen jackets and turtle necks
In leather skirts and discotheques
I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
In wood nineteen, solitary cells
In room three twenty seven of the grand hotel
Well I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
....
In ..., in the frozen air
In Andy Warhol's electric chair
In stereotypically straight blond hair
Well, I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
....
Fafafadada
Fafafadada
In the new museum of modern art
I realize there is no such thing as a tart
And that I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
In woollen jackets and turtle necks
In leather skirts and discotheques
I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
...
Woollen jackets and turtle necks
In leather skirts and discotheques
I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
In wood nineteen, solitary cells
In room three twenty seven of the grand hotel
Well I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
....
In ..., in the frozen air
In Andy Warhol's electric chair
In stereotypically straight blond hair
Well, I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
....
Fafafadada
Fafafadada
In the new museum of modern art
I realize there is no such thing as a tart
And that I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
In woollen jackets and turtle necks
In leather skirts and discotheques
I never spoke to one
The ghost tarts of Stockholm
Fafafadada
...