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Let's go to a place
Where we can sing all night
And talk all day
'cause you like it that way
You wanna dress up right
You wanna hear them say
She's alright
She's nobody's fool

This is the place
Where writers and poets
Make their way
Make a contact or two
An entrance to
The beaumonde
Change the face
Of the empty hours

Oh, when you go
I will follow
Oh, say not so
This may never be

See where she comes
Trailin' behind her
Clouds of glory
She's from the art school
She's sitting at home
Waitin' alone for you

So when the night's
Velvet curtain
Closes around you
Remember the fields
Wherein we lay
That was before the cafe



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Fiorello
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