Champagne — текст песни (Marc Almond)

A winter morning sun in New York
Champagne wakes and checks the time
It`s hard to keep a cup of coffee down
When there`s so much on your mind
Kicks a cockroach `cross the bedroom floor
Checks the mirror grabs some clothes
Waits for the aching to subside
Where to find it no-one knows

And they say you`re doing fine
They`re just playing with your mind
And they never even know your name
But they all want you to shine
To glitter all the time
They all want a little taste of Champagne

Takes the subway early afternoon
Downtown to Eighth Avenue
To the Show Palace Theatre
Where Champagne bares all
In a low rent nude revue
In the darkness shadow people
Stare at Champagne glassy eyed
Takes the tips and imitates a smile
Waits for the aching to subside

And they say you`re doing fine
They`re just playing with your mind
And they never even know your name
But they all want you to shine
To glitter all the time
They all want a little taste of Champagne

Later in a room
On a little glass pipe
Sweet dreams to help him
Forget his life
He leans on the wall
Rolls back his eyes
And says to all the aching Goodbye