Текст песни Marc Almond - Champagne
Marc Almond - Champagne слова песни
A winter morning sun in New YorkChampagne wakes and checks the timeIt`s hard to keep a cup of coffee downWhen there`s so much on your mindKicks a cockroach `cross the bedroom floorChecks the mirror grabs some clothesWaits for the aching to subsideWhere to find it no-one knowsAnd they say you`re doing fineThey`re just playing with your mindAnd they never even know your nameBut they all want you to shineTo glitter all the timeThey all want a little taste of ChampagneTakes the subway early afternoonDowntown to Eighth AvenueTo the Show Palace TheatreWhere Champagne bares allIn a low rent nude revueIn the darkness shadow peopleStare at Champagne glassy eyedTakes the tips and imitates a smileWaits for the aching to subsideAnd they say you`re doing fineThey`re just playing with your mindAnd they never even know your nameBut they all want you to shineTo glitter all the timeThey all want a little taste of ChampagneLater in a roomOn a little glass pipeSweet dreams to help himForget his lifeHe leans on the wallRolls back his eyesAnd says to all the aching Goodbye