Paris Nights and New York Mornings
Monday, June 21, 2010, 10:48 AM
Breakfast at Mickey's, make-up still on Elbows on the greasy table cloth One more coffee and one last cigarette. . Smiling at the rain cause you hold me close My best dress on underneath this old coat Walking down Bleecker noone is awake yet. . Still, seven hours Nothing but clouds it's enough to make your heart sigh We should try pick me up and take me out . We crash into love-filled nights We race till we're out of time And now that you've taken me up so high Don't let me down Don't let me down . . . I'm going to watch her motherfuckers! WOOO
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