Here I am again In this smoky place With my brandy eyes I'm talking to myself You were the one You were the one Here I go again Looking for your face
She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail, SHOCK Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That?s all it was
Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another
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The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams
I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance
I've been watching you waltz all night Diane Nobody's found a way behind your defenses They never notice the zap gun in your hand Until you're pointing
Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said i'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting any one And
She said she'd meet me in the bar At the Plaza Hotel "Wear a jacket and a tie" "What's the occasion?" She just smiled and she wouldn't say why So here
All the waiters in you grand cafe Leave their tables when you blink Every dog must have his everyday Every drunk must have his drink Don't wait for
: Friday night I crashed your party Saturday I said I'm sorry Sunday came and trashed me out again I was only having fun Wasn't hurting anyone And we
: All the waiters in your grand cafe Leave their tables when you blink Every dog must have his everyday Every drunk must have his drink Don't wait for
: She stood on the tracks Waving her arms Leading me to that third rail shock Quick as a wink She changed her mind She gave me a night That's all it
: I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance
: Blackout, heatwave, .44 caliber homicide The buns drop dead and dogs go mad In packs on the West Side Young girl standing on a ledge looks like another
: I've been watching you waltz all night Diane Nobody's found a way behind your defenses They never notice the zap gun in your hand Until you're pointing
: The cold hands The sad eyes The dark Irish silence It's so late But I'll wait Through the long night with you With you The warm tears The bad dreams
: She said she'd meet me in the bar At the Plaza Hotel "Wear a jacket and a tie" "What's the occasion?" She just smiled and she wouldn't say why So here
