it’s friday and late after hours
and still i haven’t a date
waiting by the moon
sipping whiskey sours
i’ll think i’ll wait here ’till noon
it really could be days
’til i find some flowers
so i’ll send you a bouquet
uptown run around hear the sound of the city streets below
and people in a rush everywhere
no rain sugar cane just a grain
in my champagne glass you know
you put that magic touch in the air
so they say it’s closing time again
funny how time passes
through a bottle of champagne
the only sound i hear is that of rattling glasses
and people laughing in my ear
you’ve taken far too much since you left for paris
you’ve got that magic touch
uptown run around hear the sound of the city streets below
and the people rush everywhere
no rain sugar cane just a grain
in my champagne glass you know
you put that magic touch in the air
see those people in a rush
but you’ve got that magic touch
repeat twice
repeat ’til fade
Artist: Angel
Year: 1977
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 102