Apres Vous (M. McDonald)
We scratched the surface
What a blemish
I can't believe what it looked like when we were finished
No overtime
We worked real hard
Nobody even sent us a get well card
Cuz the miles tell the stories that we embellish
We were in there
Like mustard and relish
Waltzing with some prophet
Who's leaning on the bar
Never considered riding
Someone else's car
You want it so bad
You don't know what's right
But you can do it all
If you live through tonight
Mopping the floor with
A shadow of you
There's the door...
Apres vous
Avoiding mirrors
Talking alone
I got a busy signal when I called me on the phone
Things aren't too clear now
We've got to talk
They tell me the answer's sitting on the next block
Well, congratulations
You're such a pal
I still remember you trashing some hotel
Calling your mother
I don't know why
Scared to death
But you're afraid to cry
You chose your leader
Now where'd he go?
You're thinking so fast
You're seeing way too slow
You know it's up to you
There's the door...
Apres vous