Jack White

I had my dream, I held your hand
On that broad avenue
We crossed the road and never spoke
To another as we flew
We left your man alone in drag
Laughing there at us
A romantic bust, a blunder turned
Explosive blunderbuss
An ancient grand hotel of
Persian thread and ivory
And when your man would turn his head
I'd see you look at me
Pools of brown and sea of red
And demons in your pocket
That same romance performed a dance
Inside a silver locket
Da da da da
Da da da da
A corner exit not tall enough
To walk out standing straight
Designed by men so ladies