Côte d'Azur
Livin' out of luggage ain't so bad
I remember the problems that I used to have
I would trouble myself with them all day
Now I take my bag and my gun and I walk away
and livin' in a hotel room ain't hard
If it gets too lonely you can break into the mini bar
put it on the company card
All last night I was dreaming
about the Cote d'Azur
and though I wasn't sure where you were
O, it was a good old time for sure
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
in a fountain made of blue neon
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I was seven hours in the south of France
I could see the crystal water from the traffic jam
and from the trunk I could hear his voice
begging for his life like I had a choice
said he had a wife and two little boys
So I turned up the white noise
I turned up the white noise
I keep a leather suitcase, clothes all black
so I don't ever have to think, I just put on the clean one,
and dress myself for Scene 1
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I could see the distant crashing waves
I could hear the sirens of police
But I was dreaming of the Cote d'Azur
and though I wasn't sure where I was
man, it was a good old kind of buzz
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
I was at home among the bon vivants
I remember the problems that I used to have
I would trouble myself with them all day
Now I take my bag and my gun and I walk away
and livin' in a hotel room ain't hard
If it gets too lonely you can break into the mini bar
put it on the company card
All last night I was dreaming
about the Cote d'Azur
and though I wasn't sure where you were
O, it was a good old time for sure
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
in a fountain made of blue neon
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I was seven hours in the south of France
I could see the crystal water from the traffic jam
and from the trunk I could hear his voice
begging for his life like I had a choice
said he had a wife and two little boys
So I turned up the white noise
I turned up the white noise
I keep a leather suitcase, clothes all black
so I don't ever have to think, I just put on the clean one,
and dress myself for Scene 1
I was on a highway, drove through Cannes
I was on a highway, drove through Nice
I could see the distant crashing waves
I could hear the sirens of police
But I was dreaming of the Cote d'Azur
and though I wasn't sure where I was
man, it was a good old kind of buzz
I had a colorful shirt on
I was watching the dancing swans
I was at home among the bon vivants
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Writer(s): Shadwick Wilde
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