Well the room is crowded, people
everywhere
And I wonder, should I offer
you a chair?
Well if you sit down with
this old clown, take that frown and break it,
Before the evening's gone
away, I think that we could make it,
And I hope that I don't fall
in love with you.
Well the night does funny things
inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings
you don't understand,
Well I turn around to look
at you, you light a cigarette,
I wish I had the guts to bum
one, but we've never met,
And I hope that I don't fall
in love with you.
I can see that you are lonesome
just like me, and it being late,
You'd like some some company,
Well I turn around to look
at you, and you look back at me,
The guy you're with has up
and split, the chair next to you's free,
And I hope that you don't
fall in love with me.
Now it's closing time, the
music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll
have another stout.
Well I turn around to look
at you, you're nowhere to be found,
I search the place for your
lost face, guess I'll have another round
And I think that I just fell
in love with you.
Marco Giunco |
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