Gazebo: Lunatic
A masquerade... You walk in the moonlight. Don't like the shade. You look like Nostradamus. Although you're not as famous .Your pace is fast and nervous .You can't stop. Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and your eyes are magic. Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and the strange is logic. You take a chance. Two fiches on red nine. Let's have a dance. Yes darling... next time. You are no Casanova. You're just a lonely number. You're ill with sexomania. You can't stop. Masterpiece. What a wonderful day. Everything is o.k. not a problem in mind. Leaving worries behind. Except for that little doubt you have. Concerning your dress tonight. But then you take a bottle of french wine. And you say you don't live twice - you cast the dice
Masterpiece, you should have seen it. That rainbow in the moonglow. Masterpiece, you've got to live it. That new dawm tomorrow. Drivin' down through Beverly Hills. You feel the breeze of the past in your lungs. What an elegant place. You walk with elephant grace. All Sunset Buolevard Has been waiting the star. The all gather to celebrate. Happy Birthday my honey dear! What a joy see your old mates. In this Hollywood atmosphere - with us at last. Masterpiece, you never act it. But life is a movie. Masterpiece, you've got to try it . We're sure you'd be moving. You've had a tango too much. You say you'll keep in touch back home in your rolls-royce. You smile and think of the boys. All of sudden your sight obscures. And your memories drift the air. And you finally feel secure. You're another star up - star up there
A masquerade... You walk in the moonlight. Don't like the shade. You look like Nostradamus. Although you're not as famous .Your pace is fast and nervous .You can't stop. Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and your eyes are magic. Lunatic and aristocratic (There you go) Lunatic and the strange is logic. You take a chance. Two fiches on red nine. Let's have a dance. Yes darling... next time. You are no Casanova. You're just a lonely number. You're ill with sexomania. You can't stop. Masterpiece. What a wonderful day. Everything is o.k. not a problem in mind. Leaving worries behind. Except for that little doubt you have. Concerning your dress tonight. But then you take a bottle of french wine. And you say you don't live twice - you cast the dice
Masterpiece, you should have seen it. That rainbow in the moonglow. Masterpiece, you've got to live it. That new dawm tomorrow. Drivin' down through Beverly Hills. You feel the breeze of the past in your lungs. What an elegant place. You walk with elephant grace. All Sunset Buolevard Has been waiting the star. The all gather to celebrate. Happy Birthday my honey dear! What a joy see your old mates. In this Hollywood atmosphere - with us at last. Masterpiece, you never act it. But life is a movie. Masterpiece, you've got to try it . We're sure you'd be moving. You've had a tango too much. You say you'll keep in touch back home in your rolls-royce. You smile and think of the boys. All of sudden your sight obscures. And your memories drift the air. And you finally feel secure. You're another star up - star up there
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