Bistro Belle 歌词

With my 50 cent tuxedo ‘n’ your high class, so divine Drinkin’ cappucinos that should fool em for a while Sparklin’ at people, yawnin’ at boutiques ‘Cause tomorrow they’ll be right back at the wrong side of the week Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby by your side Her smile upon your shoulder whispers sugarcoated sighs The only thing that strikes you in this lazy state of mind There’s nothing ‘bout a Monday that a Sunday can’t unwind There’s whiskey ‘n’ hot coco in this coo coo lullaby There’s bon bons for the flavour at ‘captain cherry pies’ ‘T makes perfect sense to find romance uncommonly worthwile Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby by your side Skippin’ time with that senior citizenship So badly equipped for clockwise street Tap your feet to their lack of response It’s nice to feel your pulse once you’ve skipped a beat These marshmellow moments in vanilla paradise Frivolous vendettas throwing kisses by surprise Makin’ plans for years to come ‘n’ then skip the whole darn bunch Just me & you, in this rendez-vous for a late nite donkey punch Getting lost in the softness of your skin Loose the urge to win… All those evil hearted bets Let’s play lover’s roulette ‘n’ put this world on hold ‘N’ we’ll hang on to that moment till we run out of cigarettes So won’t you care to join me in this nice suburban toast Of all my little habits, baby, it’s yours I like the most You’d almost think that happiness could come in family size Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby your side