(Him: Need some absinthe
Her: We sure do!)
I see you walkin'
you make me catch my breath
'cause you won't deal with
all the stuff that's left
A golden river, an unending stream
A sad procession burns off like steam
How's a girl gonna sing all her songs
when the world's gone wild?
This is the time, yeah
when the bees don't sting
The hay is cut,
rain falls down like string
A call from London to the Amazon
It's all a wonder you hung on so long
How's a girl gonna sing all her songs
when the world's gone wild?
I've got to know, dear
do you have happy skin?
A pale aurora, a frozen wind
It's just a matter of aimin' true
So pull your six-gun
What more can you do?
How's a girl gonna sing all her songs
when the world's gone wild?