Last Tango In Brooklyn 歌词

I took off my clothes, She took off hers too, With no fan fairs and no hallelulijahs, Throughout the night, I would grind away the truth: That there's nothing sadder than sad, sad sex And the bad, bad news is that I gave in, To the ugly hand, that first led me away from you. All the fun stuff is not so fun without you... Well I drink until I fill my brim, But there's nothing fills me up the same As a tiny word, broadcast across the sea(?) Should I go out to dance tonight, While my two left feet need you to write, I'll spin around in circles endlessly. All the fun stuff is not so fun without you... Well the city's born bright blue today I whistle through the sunlit streets But my empty hand fell cold from under you. I'm quite alright, I'll get by just fine, I'm not depressed, not most of the time. It's just the fun stuff is much less fun without you. All the fun stuff is much less fun without you...