Lyrics:
Of romance
There's a chapel Sacre Coure in quaint Montmarte
In the open air, the painters show their art
In the restaurant sip a beaujolies
What
Sat by the kitchen door
Of a quaint old fashioned house built long ago
The little lass grew restless
As on the evening wore
For she felt the time was
If your're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod
If you like
care to.
And why not try to interrogate this apparition?
I melt away to get lost in this quaint condition.
At starry parties where,
Amongst
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
Quaint cabbage saints
Shit hoarders and individualists
Drag strip officials
Tight lipped losers
And lustful fuck salesman
My militant dandies
what I ain't
And what you need is a plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through all the madness always, act so quaint
I said - a.
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
If you're fond of sand dunes and salty air
Quaint little villages here and there
You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod
If you like
and wifey gettin' ready to go see an opera (Sydney)
This the house we come to when we got nothing to do
The big yard, quaint size with the immaculate view
state
Buy a house on a hill with a dock on a lake
And hide away
Well, can't you hear it now? Bluebirds are singin'
Some little quaint downtown
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
an' quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How can I be what I ain't?
I cain't say 'no!'
Whatcha gonna do when a feller gets flirty
An' starts
the place where I rest, Moneyearnin' Mount Vernon
[Repeat x2]
Money, money, money - money)
My town is really quaint, but we ain't no saints
And if
Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There's a quaint little town
Not a clock has been wound
For over
Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There's a quaint little town
Not a clock has been wound
For
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If
Natale in Italy means
A Merry Christmas to you
Far away across the sea
In sunny Italy
There's a quaint little town
Not a clock has been wound
For
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If
In a quaint caravan
There's a lady they call the Gypsy
She can look in the future
And drive away all your fears
Everything will come right
If
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned, I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain upon a window pane
that they classify as quaint
I'm old fashioned
I love the moonlight
I love the old fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a window pane
The starry
day
Billy's plans ended up in ruin you know
They were workin' a quaint little neighborhood
Spied an old lady about eighty or so
Almost looked too
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