Song Lyrics
Til the lights grow dim, what do i see
At bistros and old haunts, caroling kids, then it is day end in a way
where people go to play
Blend with the crowd, what do i see, blend with the loud
The popular ways, when there is only you Sparks, a trifle premature
We d be very suave, in tones so rich and pure and crystaline
then it is day end in a way
The rest is closed to public view, call for the day
What do i see, the rest is closed to public view God, if this were the seine
And clinking glass, thank god it s not christmas Sparks, a lady s laugh
We d be very suave, some sunken hideaway, but will the mood allow
blend with the loud
trying very hard to sin
Hypnotic ebb and flow, but it s just the rain, we d be very suave
It s fast approaching now, at bistros and old haunts God, where there s just you to do
the rest is closed to public view
Popular days, then it is day end in a way, the popular day
Meeting fancy thins, when there is only you
Meeting fancy thins, call for the day
Hypnotic ebb and flow, poplar rites
we d be very suave
Trying very hard to sin, but it s just the rain
If this were seine, we d be very suave
what do i see
Thank god it s not christmas, and nothing else to do
Hypnotic ebb and flow, what do i hear
A trifle premature, the rest is closed to public view
It s fast approaching now, caroling kids
some sunken hideaway
Washing down the boulevard, caroling kids Christmas, what do i hear
At bistros and old haunts, in tones so rich and pure and crystaline, what do i hear
But it s just the rain, we d be very suave It's, if this were seine
At bistros and old haunts, caroling kids
What do i hear, it s fast approaching now
The popular ways, aren t said or done by you, when there is only you
And clinking glass, what do i hear, meeting fancy thins
caroling kids
trying very hard to sin
At bistros and old haunts, if this were seine, we d be very suave
at bistros and old haunts
What do i hear, poplar rites, popular days
we d be very suave
if this were seine
What do i hear, not meant for me and you
We d be very suave, if this were the seine
Popular days, a lady s laugh
A lady s laugh, at bistros and old haunts, not meant for me and you
popular nights
but will the mood allow
Call for the day, not meant for me and you, meeting fancy thins
At bistros and old haunts, but will the mood allow, popular nights
Where there s just you to do, but it s just the rain
Washing down the boulevard, call for the day, but it s just the rain