Sitting in clouds of air Praying no on is there Holding your head to the sky, in there Swinging the smoke around Cross like in Heaven bound Hot line
The river is always flowing Relentless towards the costal tides It travels down to the great ocean While most of us simply watch from the water side
You think we look pretty good together You think my shoes are made of leather I'm a substitute for another guy I look pretty tall but my heels are high
I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl. That's fine, I know them all pretty well. But in time I know I must get out in the light. Better leave
Oh, oh Oh, oh I miss you, I miss you I remember lying by your side Up in the eerie waters of paradise 'N then one day you walked out Now I have nothing
You better you better you bet You better you bet you bet I call you on the telephone My voice too rough with cigarettes I sometimes feel I should just
(Pete) If I see you put that on the wall I'll smack you (little girl in background) I'm not I'm not (Pete) You got a mischief look in your eye
Ever since I was a young boy, I've played the silver ball. From Soho down to Brighton I must've played them all. But I never seen anything like him In
(Cole Porter) When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory