And he says, "baby will you
miss me?"
you are only a phone call
away, a pile of 10p pieces on holiday
I'm gonna sit here 'til I finish
my last cigarette
middle eastern music, it reminds
me of those sunsets in hamamet
Yeah, we talk until the morning,
it lights up the sky
and the breadless mourners
watch with curious eye (sigh?)
And this old arab at the bar,
he tells us
"nothing in life is sure,
except that la vie, c'est dur sans confitures"
And he says,
"will i ever see you again?"
well, i am only half a world
away,
but you could write me a letter,
there's something you forgot
to say.
I'm gonna sit here 'til I finish my last cigarette
Love's like oil, it's slippery
and easily ignited
and i've noticed that my lovers
they mark the time,
and i'm growing older by the
hour,
my outlook growing equally
dour,
life bittersweet but never
sour
And he says,
"do you think we'll be great
lovers someday?"
I say I am only a phone call
away,
hand him a quarter and walk
the other way ...
Marco Giunco |
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