Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Watch the sun and all the luck
While on the losing track
With no way out and no way back

Same old walk to the same old bar
No expectations night after night
Like virgin from heaven a new face in sight
God knows where she comes from
Black eyes, dark skin
Such an innocent face
I've never seen

I know she knows my eyes
Are stuck on her
A smile
I've got the guts
To talk about politics and style
And about me, myself and i
And it makes me lie
It all means trouble
Still a smile is my reply

Your're smiling at me
Forgotten stories in your ear
While you thought
You were better off here
Your're smiling at me
Forgotten stories in your ear
While you thought
You were better off here

I'm gasping for breath
Don't know where to keep my hands
I'm out of beer, call the waitress
No reply
I'm going for a piss and soon it becomes obvious again
I spent to much money on that runner-up
See her swollen eyes and her thickening thighs
In here and now, In here and now
I'm alive

One sudden light
I watch the luck, the rising sun
Walk outside that bird's gone
I want her back
Now I'm back at the bar
Have a few
Have a few beers more

Still waiting
Waiting for a new game
Hopefully

Now I'm back at the bar
Have a few
Have a few beers more
Still waiting
Waiting for a new game
Hopefully

Now I'm back at the bar
Have a few
Have a few beers more
Still waiting
Waiting for a new game
Hopefully
She will be blonde