You Suit a Rainy Day

A black and white French movie
Was playing in my head
That one where it's always raining
And couple smoke in bed

You were working the door at a strip joint
On the east side of Tinseltown
Every pole dancer, a goddess
Every lap dance partner, a clown
They wanted you to be a Suicide Girl
But you "only get naked for art"
Well, I have a brush
And a palette of paints
So, when do we start?

The sky is brewing stormy
In various shades of grey
You are coming over
And you suit a rainy day

With flags on your feet
Knots in your hair
And holes in your long black dress
You smashed your glass
Then lost your phone
You were such a beautiful mess
Your familiars all around you
Grouped on a Victorian couch
The owl, the cow and the killer whale
The latter had to crouch

Now the sky is brewing stormy
In various shades of grey
You are coming over
And you suit a rainy day

I picture you in Paris
On the Champs-Elysses
Strolling past the horse chestnut tress
On your way to the Grand Palais
A Francophile of the first order
You'd be in your element there
At La Theatre Marigny
Your bohemian soul laid bare

Now the sky is brewing stormy
In various shades of grey
You are coming over
And you suit a rainy day

Yeah, the sky is brewing stormy
In various shades of grey
You are coming over
And you suit a rainy day

You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day
You suit a rainy day