It got all black in the bottom of my glass I looked up and there was Bridgette Fontaine I've got poison in my head, I've got chocolate and bread And I may never leave this room again Now its dark and you love me, honey, count to ten I can help you to distinguish your pain It's so gorgeous to be back in Paris once again Now I wonder what they put in the rain
This could be true Or it could take all of an hour I could just forget you Have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother taught me
That everybody loves a mystery So you can leave it at your name and your rank If we like it maybe I can get your history Maybe put a little more in the bank
This could be true Or we could just be a while here Find better things to do Think you might go out of style dear
Ice cream, sunshine, thrill rides, and a song They can leave you doubled over, burned and broken If they take too long
This could be true Or we could be all of an hour I could still forget you Have a cocktail and a shower Like my mother said It's true Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
