The Tragically Hip
"Montreal"


She used to like lavender pantsuits
Long black velvet gloves
Smiles across crowded rooms
To the only boy she ever loved
Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good
Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good

She didn't care for leopard coats
Or tall thin millionaires
Kissing girls on New Year's Eve
Sitting up in leather chairs
Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good
Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good

Won't you give me the chance
The chance to explain
Ah well, explain away
Lyrics
The snow is so merciless
Poor old Montreal
In spite of everything that's happened
Yeah, in spite of it all

Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good
Don't you worry
Her mama's gonna make her look good

Because a coward won't die alone