out there by the shoreline see the silhouette as she walks away
well I guess the commotion started sometime yesterday
no difference in our words, yknow it gets to be the same charade
and I’m tired of the cut throat playing every night for the masquerade
the one with the glass in her hand and the pretty laugh say
“hey baby how’d you like to dance?”
the circumstances tonight too good to last
as I wander down the dingy streets where I used to play
rhythm guitar with a gipsy band
I wonder if I kept you would we be home in the candle light
instead of searching desperate lands?
the one with the glass in her hand and the pretty laugh say
do you see all the boys there looking your way
said this ain’t no love at first sight
but we can act that way
didn’t think I’d miss you after
a couple drink and some time alone
now I know that real disaster
is that I didn’t turn and walk you home
the one with the glass in her hand and the pretty laugh say
do you see all the boys there looking your way
said this ain’t no love at first sight
but we can act that way
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