Lyrics Dire Straits

Dire Straits

Lady Writer

Lady writer on the TV

Talk about the Virgin Mary

Reminded me of you

Expectation left to come up to yeah

Lady writer on the TV

She had another quality

The way you used to look

And I know you never read a book

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face

And I recall my fall from grace

Another time, another place

Lady writer on the TV

She had all the brains and the beauty

The pictures does not fit

You'd talk to me when you felt like it

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face

And I recall my fall from grace

Another time another place

Yes and your rich old man,

You know he'd a call her a dead ringer

You got the same command

Plus your mother was a Jazz singer

Just the way that her hair fell down around her face

And I recall my fall from grace

Another time another place

Lady writer on the TV

She knew all about a history

You couldn't hardly write your name

I think I want it just the same as the ...

Lady writer on the TV

Talking about the Virgin Mary

You know I'm talking about you and me

And the lady writer on the TV

Talking about the Virgin Mary

Yeah you know I'm talking about you and me

And the lady writer on the TV