Did you know when you go
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
"Great, just wonderful Jade, you just managed to be tricked into staying with him AGAIN.you are such a fool!" I said to myself.
This was just going to be another day of the good girlfriend, and the jealous red head.
Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong
I leaned on the bunk and sighed, he was the best part of my life, isn't that just sad?
He was the guy I couldn't leave, the person I woke up in the morning to see, and he didn't care about me anymore.
I finished buttoning my shirt and walked out of the now empty room.
I headed down to the distribution office and got my newspapers. I headed to my usual spot near the Brooklyn bridge, the side nearest to Manhattan.
Spot Conlon sold on the other side, which was a little annoying, anyone coming a certain way would already have their papers, so it took more time to sell.
Of course, as I was a very good impromptu person-I could easily come up with catchy headline to make people interested.
I sold half my papers in less than two hours, this was amazing, that had never happened before, but then no one coming from the other side had any papers, also unusual.
I think maybe Spot might have come to Manhattan and decided to sell with Jack, which would mean he is near Central Park.
Another hour later I was wiping the ink off of my hands on the insides of my pockets and walking toward Tibby's, where most of the newsies would be for lunch.
I walked in and there were the normal greetings:
"Hey Snaps,"
"How's it rollin goily?" "Nice ta see ya Snap," but there was one out of place, "How was ya day Jade?"
I recognized the voice as that of my adversary from the other side of the bridge...Spot Conlon.
It's the perfect ending
To the bad day I was just beginning
When you go all I know is
You're my favorite mistake
"Great, just wonderful Jade, you just managed to be tricked into staying with him AGAIN.you are such a fool!" I said to myself.
This was just going to be another day of the good girlfriend, and the jealous red head.
Did you know, could you tell
You were the only one
That I ever loved
Now everything's so wrong
I leaned on the bunk and sighed, he was the best part of my life, isn't that just sad?
He was the guy I couldn't leave, the person I woke up in the morning to see, and he didn't care about me anymore.
I finished buttoning my shirt and walked out of the now empty room.
I headed down to the distribution office and got my newspapers. I headed to my usual spot near the Brooklyn bridge, the side nearest to Manhattan.
Spot Conlon sold on the other side, which was a little annoying, anyone coming a certain way would already have their papers, so it took more time to sell.
Of course, as I was a very good impromptu person-I could easily come up with catchy headline to make people interested.
I sold half my papers in less than two hours, this was amazing, that had never happened before, but then no one coming from the other side had any papers, also unusual.
I think maybe Spot might have come to Manhattan and decided to sell with Jack, which would mean he is near Central Park.
Another hour later I was wiping the ink off of my hands on the insides of my pockets and walking toward Tibby's, where most of the newsies would be for lunch.
I walked in and there were the normal greetings:
"Hey Snaps,"
"How's it rollin goily?" "Nice ta see ya Snap," but there was one out of place, "How was ya day Jade?"
I recognized the voice as that of my adversary from the other side of the bridge...Spot Conlon.