Текст песни BILLY JOEL - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant
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Текст песни BILLY JOEL - Scenes From An Italian Restaurant
A bottle of white, a bottle of redPerhaps a bottle of rose insteadWe'll get a table near the streetIn our old familiar placeYou and I-face to faceA bottle of red, a bottle of white( )It all depends on your appetiteI'll meet you any time you wantIn our Italian Restaurant.Things are okay with me these daysGot a good job, got a good officeGot a new wife, got a new lifeAnd the family's fineWe lost touch long agoYou lost weight I did not knowYou could ever look so good afterSo much time.I remember those days hanging outAt the village greenEngineer boots, leather jacketsAnd tight blue jeansDrop a dime in the box play theSong about New OrleansCold beer, hot lightsMy sweet romantic teenage nightsBrenda and Eddie were thePopular steadiesAnd the king and the queenOf the promRiding around with the car topDown and the radio onNobody looked any finerOr was more of a hit at theParkway DinerWe never knew we could want moreThan that out of lifeSurely Brenda and Eddie wouldAlways know how to survive.Brenda and Eddy were still goingSteaday in the summer of '75when they decided the marriage wouldBe at the end of JulyEveryone said they were crazy"Brenda you know you're much too lazyEddie could never afford to live thatKind of life."But there we were wavin' Brenda andEddie goodbye.They got an apartment with deepPile carpetAnd a couple of paintings from SearsA big waterbed that they boughtWith the breadThey had saved for a coupleOf yearsThey started to fight when theMoney got tightAnd they just didn't count onThe tears.They lived for a while in aVery nice styleBut it's always the same in the endThey got a divorce as a matterOf courseAnd they parted the closestOf friends