A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas And ate all your razors while pullin' the waiters Talking bout Monroe
And I say to myself I've got it wrong, wrong, wrong She is a play-girl She the wrong wrong girl for me And I say to myself You're a fool, fool, fool She
by the arrival of freedom And the possibilities it seems to offer It's got nothing to do with you, if one can grasp it It's got nothing to do with you
And as the sparrow sings Dawn chorus for Someone else to hear The thinker sits alone growing older And so bitter She gave them life, She gave them all
I'm waiting for my man Got twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington, 125 Feel sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey, white
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh Ooh, up every evenin' 'bout half eight or nine I give my
it brings someone new This time tomorrow I'll know what to do I know it's happened to you Stay, that's what I meant to say or do something But what
In this age of grand illusion You walked into my life out of my dreams I don't need another change Still you forced away into my scheme of things You
The return of the thin white duke throwing darts in lover's eyes Here are we, one magical moment, such is the stuff From where dreams are woven Bending
You never told me of your other faces You were the widow of a wild cat And now I know about your special kisses And I know you know where that is at
What to wear, what to say What to do on a sunny day Who to phone, who to fight Who to dance with on a Sunday night? Reaching the very edge you know Reaching
These are silver wings These are golden eyes These are floating clouds Angel for life Dreaming alone And I feel that someone Listens to me Angel for
Do do do dah Do do do dah dah da da da Do do do dah dah The hand that wrote this letter Sweeps the pillow clean So rest your head and read a treasured
Just look through your window, look who sits outside Little me is waiting, standing through the night When you walk out through your door I'll wave my
Do you remember a guy that's been In such an early song I've heard a rumour from ground control Oh no, don't say it's true They got a message from the
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Translation by mia berg. Schan aus deinen fenster, schau wer draussen sitzt Ich bin ? hier wartet schon die ganze nacht Wenn du dann dein haus verlaesst