{Refrain:} Dans l'ile de Manhattan Souvent je pense {x2} Dans l'ile de Manhattan Souvent je pense A l'Ile-de-France Une piscine a Hollywood Good, good
: {Refrain:} Dans l'ile de Manhattan Souvent je pense {x2} Dans l'ile de Manhattan Souvent je pense A l'Ile-de-France Une piscine a Hollywood Good,
I once knew a sweet young girl Her body was her world of love Her laughter was as happiness is Of all the times I treasure this And on a day we will
Three silver rings on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight through Sunday's early morn We found a room that rainy morning She took my hand
I've got your picture of me and you You wrote, "I love you", I love you too I sit there staring and there's nothing else to do Oh, it's in color, your
By Dave Fenton Why don't you get out of here I never needed you anyway Why don't you just disappear I'm tired of driving down your logical motorway
Time's gonna make you a man someday And you won't want to go out and play with your friends You'll just sit at home and watch News At Ten And the pubs
By Dave Fenton The moon is up It's grey tonight And the stars on the battlefield shiver in tears A dead bright lesson from a million light years
By Dave Fenton What am I supposed to do Sitting here in this eternal zoo With no shoes on I broke all your records And I played all your rules I sold
Wide eyes and corkscrew hair Tied with lace you found somewhere Hard gloss on lipstick smile Wound up tight to spin for a while Black jeans with tortured
I could take another little ride in the country Drive my mule down a lane or two Maybe I'll recall what it was by the country That made me so excited
It makes all the difference in the universe to be with you at night but it only makes it worse in the daytime But when I see you in the evening, well
Little white dogs in black and chains Screaming indignation at your high class games Till the lights go out Shut your eyes and go back home Cramped
By Dave Fenton I've seen it before I know the score You're trying to be wild and carefree You really can't take it no more I'm trying to think
By Dave Fenton And again I wait for you My tired hands are turning blue I'm not sure if it's night or day My body's aching in the cold and rain
I think it was Thursday, I think it was late, 1930 - Eight. Got a letter from Hiro, but left out the date He said he was waiting for an outbreak. Took
