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Whores Of Paris
Lyricist:Bernie Taupin, Dennis Tufano
Gigi liked the book on Jackie O Though I knew she had some trouble with the words It never showed
She'd never drop her guard Under pressure she preferred like all her girls Who worked the bars To be a lady in the finest sense Not your traditional elegance
Of Paris Match and chic expense But the tough and tardy waiting game With fat commuters full of cheap champagne
Belching tourists feel no pain When Gigi takes their wallets Spends their bodies, keeps the change
For sentiment don't touch the Whores of Paris Just the years and lines of age That buries them in unmarked graves Old and spent and never saved
By epitaphs and red bouquets When winter wakes the devil takes The Whores of Paris home to Hades
They use their caution like a whip We sensed it as they filed their nails, crimson As the paint upon their lips Tough enough to rust in jail
Farmers' daughters plucked like corn From the Camargue to Marseilles Ideals of the ideal life Expectant mothers discarded wives With re-sewn wrists and tear stained eyes
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com They soon find the shoe fits easy The francs flow in and the tricks say, 'Please me' Another lovely thigh says, 'Squeeze me' Mon cherie, my bed's so busy Take a Pernod, life's so sleazy
It's not coffee in the air Just the smell of foreign fingers greasing palms On the Seine it's Sunday morning To her, it's always evening
Shifting gear to put some German in her arms Washed in sterile porcelain She fakes it for the good of his morale He's tired and worn but she moves on To rope another stud from her corral
Christmas in the poor house Unbeknownst to others, Madelaina takes her life She tipped the scales at forty five Never saw a decent day Never made it to the upper echelons of night
In decadence I once reclined Looked them over once or twice but never really Crossed my mind, preferring to remain their friend I never shared the pleasures of the mystery that lay beneath Anyone of them
They just seemed starved of conversation Respected us for being patient Demanded news of other nations far away And I'm still glad I gained their faith
For every girl there bore more taste Than the flotsam strung on the Bel Air wastes They poised themselves with perfect grace Their hearts were chipped but not misplaced
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