Dis-Moi Quelque Chose de Gentil (A. Hornez - P. Misraki)-Brigitte Bardot
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TXT Dis-Moi Quelque Chose de Gentil (A. Hornez - P. Misraki)-Brigitte Bardot 文本歌词
Dis-Moi Quelque Chose de Gentil (A. Hornez - P. Misraki) - Brigitte Bardot
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen Limousine
Twenty dollars to her name
And a walk like you ain't never seen
She moved into number eight
With just a bottle in her hand
An old radio wrapped up in it's cord
And no particular plan
I watched her in the hallway
She blew me a little kiss
And said, "Hey baby, what's a boy like you
Doin' in a place like this?"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one
To have to give you the news
But this world ain't nothin'
But a one way ticket to the blues"
Then she said, "Baby"
She said, "Baby
Baby, can you help me find
A soul station on this old radio?"
And we can steal us a little salvation
If you got no place else to go
Oh baby, can you help me find
A soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
And if you use your, use your 'magination
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot
I was sweepin' a warehouse floor
'Cross town midnight to eight
If my ship was ever comin' in
It sure was dockin' late
Neffertiti was dancin' six nights
At a club jut off the strip
After work we'd meet for breakfast
I'd help her count up all her tips
She'd stuff some money
In my pocket and say
"Baby, go back home
Now what you tryin' to prove
Boy, in this city all alone"
Then she said, "Well, I hate to be the one
To have to give you the news
But this world ain't nothin'
But a one way ticket to the blues"
And we can steal us a little salvation
If you got no place else to go
Oh baby, can you help me find
A soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
And if you use your, use your 'magination
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot
She'd say, "Mamma must be worried
Sick about you"
She'd make me send home letters every
'Bout every month or so
So I'd be there writing at her kitchen table
And Neffertiti'd be dancin' to the
Sweet soul music playin' on her radio
Mamma wants to rock you, rock you slow
To the sweet soul music on the radio
And we can steal us a little salvation
If you got no place else to go
Oh baby, can you help me find
A soul station? I'm feeling kinda low
And if you use your, use your 'magination
Baby, I dance jus' like Brigitte Bardot
Neffertiti came out west in a stolen limousine