Yello She's Got A Gun
This is tonight, and it rains like in a French black and white movie of the Fifties. I feel like a character in it who's just lost it all, who is alone with his raincoat and a face showing a yet unknown way out of it. Steamy hot summer night street makes me laugh. I enjoy waiting for a taxi and I hope it's not gonna be here until I've had enough of this pleasant situation. Movie is on There comes a lady through the night She stops in front of me And asks me for a light To win some time To introduce myself I pretend not to know In which pocket I got my matches Movie is on There comes a lady through the night She stops in front of me And asks me for a light She is walking on but not too far She disappears behind a door Some cats down there inside a club The Sixties play guitar Movie is on There came a lady through the night She stopped in front of me And asked me for a light I enjoy the rain and my wet hair Feel slightly stupid But got to follow her The club is empty I am standing near the door She is the only dancer On the biggest floor Quel est votre nom?
