[Submitted
by Bart Debersaques]
Threw my bad fortune
Off the top of
A tall building
But I’d rather done it with you
Your boy’s smile
Five in the morning
Looked into your eyes
And I was really in love
In Chinatown
Hungover
You showed me
Just what I could do
Talking about
Time travel
And the meaning
And just what it was worth
And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody ‘s got something good to say
Things I once thought
Unbelievable
In my life
Have all taken place
When we walked through
Little Italy
I saw my reflection
Come right off your face
I paint pictures
To remember
You’re too beautiful
To put into words
Like a gypsy
You dance in circles
All around me
And all over the world
And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody ‘s got something good to say
And I feel like some bird of paradise
My bad fortune slipping away
And I feel the innocence of a child
Everybody ‘s got something good to say
So I take my
Good Fortune
And I fantasize
Of our leaving
Like some modern-day
Gypsy landslide
Like some modern-day Bonnie and Clyde
On the run again
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