It's quarter to three, it's time to go I made my way down the velvet stairs Bleary-eyed, I fumbled for my ticket And gave it to the hat check girl I looked in her eyes (her eyes) Was I attracted to her, oh! My, oh! my, (Oh, my!) She had the biggest pair of Blue-grey eyes my eyes had ever feasted I guess it's time to hit the road
The last taxi went hours ago I had far to go, I was feeling low When all at once upon the sidewalk I saw her standing at her front door...
"Won't you come in?" she said "I'll fix a drink and you can call for a cab from here." (My luck was changing!) The attraction was as instant as her coffee In the apartment of the hat check girl
She said, "I'm not what you think I am" And when she held me tight I felt another man! When all at once he turned the light out I sobered up and then I cried out...
It's quarter to four I ran right down the stairs and out of the door (So long!) I mislaid my hat in the confusion I left it with the hat check girl (oh yeah) I left it with the hat check girl (you better believe it) I left it with the hat check, hat check, hat check Hat check girl, ahhh...
It's quarter to four Doo do, do, do, waaaaaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
