Lyrics

Look at your smiling face In this godforsaken place Where drinks are plenty for the credulous Shakes it out on the scene All for her TV dream Crawling around like a rattlesnake But when the day is done Seems like it's just begun How fun it is to mess around Late at night I see the stars parade All to the beat of the old city I've got everything to make it too And I want to be desired Your eyes are cold and stone More than I've ever known Girl please don't lose yourself in here Before the sleeping pills Your love was payed in dollar bills What are you trying to pretend Fooling no-one but yourself Late at night I see the stars parade All to the beat of the old city sound And I've got everything to make it too I will stand out From the crowd You'd be surprised Late at night I see the stars parade All to the beat of the old city And I've got everything to make it too
Writer(s): Pieter Peirsman, Slow Pilot Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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