Lyrics:
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk, Lord,
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink
England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two,
Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben,
The rosy red cheeks of the little
Now no one's talkin' 'bout those crazy days gone by
No one talks about the times you cried
(Ooh, ooh)
A little dreamer
(Ooh, ooh)
A little
for you
Each night at nine around closin' time
He drops by to say hello
We sit down and talk and go for walk
It gets just as far as it goes
for you
Each night at nine around closin' time
He drops by to say hello
We sit down and talk and go for walk
It gets just as far as it goes
I'm gonna dance with my princess
By the light of a magical moon.
As I go along my way
I say hey-hey
I'm gonna talk with the elders
And tell all
Strawberry champagne on ice
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Lucky for you, that's what I like, that's what I like
Sex by the fire
I can tell by your eyes
That you've probably been crying forever
And the stars in the sky
Don't mean nothing to you, they're a mirror
I don't
Night after night, I try to make it all fit together
Night after night, I see you as someone I remember
You took me by surprise, opened up my eyes
hurry). hurry up,
I'm blacking out, high on the vapor,
‘Cause I was the typo, you were the liquid paper.
Talk it over, talk it, overtalk it.
[Chorus]
That's the time I feel like making love to you
That's the time I feel like making dreams come true
Oh baby
When you talk to me, when you're
And she still talks the same
And she answers when I call her by the same name
But now to late I realize
I let her love for me die
There's a stranger in
I only talk to God when I need a favor
And I only pray when I ain't got a prayer
So, who the hell am I, who the hell am I
To expect a Savior, oh
to the power
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer now
Cover me up get closer to the power
Got talk got talk
Got talk got talk
to the power
Cover me up get closer to the power
Cover me up get closer now
Cover me up get closer to the power
Got talk got talk
Got talk got talk
Living in a dream world
Governed by the rules of society
They all think they're talking
When in reality
All of this is bullshit
And not a day goes by
by now she would've called
It's amlost like she never even know my name at all
But the first night I met her, we were just strangers
Small talk
on the corner cried out, "Nickels for your pity"
Then gasoline boys downtown sure talk gritty
It's so hard to be a saint in the city
I was the king
office
Smoking Kush and sipping coffee
They said I couldn't get rich
Out here bet money
All that sideline talk don't make no money
Bout that bread y'all
Now no one's talkin' 'bout those crazy days gone by
No one talks about the times you cried
(Ooh, ooh)
A little dreamer
(Ooh, ooh)
A little
We kissed goodnight
And we turn out the light
And we lay side by side in the dark
And we're waiting for sleep or a spark
But the night's
I eat dinner at the kitchen table
By the light that switches on
I eat leftovers with mash potatoes
No more candlelight, no more romance
No more small
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