Years ago the phone rang off the hook for Dr. Monroe But he's erased the names in his little black book, he's living alone Oh, you might have seen him chain-smoking on national TV Drinking scotch on the rocks and flipping through playboy magazines He will not hello, invite you to his chateau in the Pyrenees He's a real sharp shooter, good looker, smooth talker with the ladies He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man Ten years ago he quit the material world He started speaking to the sixth dimension through public urinals Oh, her got curious and started wearing some of Helen's clothes He quit the firm and set up practice in his bathtub Helen said "darling, I'm concerned, do you think that you'll pull through Or should I call the doctor?" He said "that's what I am, you fool." He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man He's got his hair slicked back and his boots laced tight and shined He makes a killer first impression 'cause he smells like turpentine Oh, he'll slide beside you and ask you for his name He extinguishes his cigarette in your water and then gives it a swig "when is your stop? Where are you getting off?" Gee, I can't be so sure, maybe Berlin, or maybe not He's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man When he comes in to see you he will look you straight in the eye When he says "voulez-vous coucher avec moi?" Run for you life Cause he's running on high speed trains seeing visions of what he used to have Like a choir boy in the wings it's the death of a ladies man Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com