Filthy McNasty's Whisky Cafe
Twice I found love
The archer was blind
And he
He had no soul
So I took his arrow and bow
And he said: "Off you go"
And I decided I had to find you
On my own
When I first came in
A ghost opened up the door for me
And a playboy asked me:
"Milk, charlie or sugar in the tea?"
A rabbi singing:
"Jesus was a sailor and he walked upon the water"
It was at Filthy McNasty's Whisky Cafe
That I found you
I don't know if I have what you want
Or if I have what she needs
I know that I want her
That I want her to be happy
But I know it's not always so
'Cause in Spanish Harlem
There's a hurricane of black bells that won't let go
And they're occupying her balcony
So she can't see properly out of her kitchen window
Well it's night and it's warm
Going to bed, wearing my uniform
And I don't think about what to do
I always think about what I should have done
When she's gone
Oh I always think about all the nice things I should've done
But she's gone
And she's gone
She's gone
Gone
Writer(s): Frode Jacobsen, Jon Lauvland Pettersen, Robert S. Buraas, Silvert Hoeyem
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