The Last Time I Saw Richard - Ao Vivo Em São Paulo / 1999

Lyrics for The Last Time I Saw Richard - Ao Vivo Em São Paulo / 1999

Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68 And told me all romantics meet the same fate Some day, cynical and drunk and boring someone In some dark café You laugh, he said you think you're immune, Go look at eyes They're fool of moon You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you All those pretty lies, pretty lies When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies Only pretty lies, pretty lies He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed Three button sand the thing began to whirl And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie And she said drink up now it's getting on time to close Richard, haven't really changed, I said Is she that now will romantic sizing some pain that's see in head You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs You punched are dreaming Listen, they talk of love so sweet When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet Richard got married to a figure skater And he bought her a dish was her and a coffe percolator And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on And all the house lights left up bright I'm gonna blow this dam candle out I don't want nobody, comin'over to my table I go nothing to talk to anybody about All good dreamer pass this away someday Hidin' behind bottles in dark café Dark cafes Only a dark coccon before I get my gorgeous wings And fly away Only a phase, these dark cafe days