Your multilingual business friend Has packed her bags and fled Leaving only ash-filled ashtrays And the lipsticked unmade bed The mirror on...
Category - Procol Harum
Tonight we sleep on silken sheets We drink fine wine and eat rare meats On Carousel and gambling stake Our fortunes speed, and dissipate It’s...
She’s fuddled my fancy, she’s muddled me good I’ve taken to drinking, and given up food I’m buying an island, somewhere in...
We skipped the light fandango turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick but the crowd called out for more The room was...
