$100 Bills Songtext

von Bob Hillman

I made arrangements far into the night
Flew into a passion so that everything would be just right
The flight to Paris, the six room luxury suite
Starched white servants standing by attentive yet discreet
Try some caviar or the Strasbourg pie
I'm no millionaire but I would throw it all away for you

Ballroom dancing in an empty banquet hall
The orchestra will strike up any tune you'd like to call
The Russian dancers, the circus acrobats
They're all here for you, my dear, tonight the world is flat
Have some more champagne, after dinner port
Drink up everything cuz life is much too short and
I'm no millionaire but I would throw it all away for you

Laughing, giving up without a fight
Breaking glass and howling at the night
Throwing hundred dollar bills into the fire

Glowing embers, piles of sheepskin rugs
Satisfied, we'll shut our eyes and fall to making love
Greet the morning with rash improvidence
Read the morning paper though we don't speak any French
The Brazilian coffee, crepes and confitures
There's no epilogue here, it's the overture
I'm no millionaire btu I would throw it all away for you

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