Marc Almond - ChampagneLyrics

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 Theater 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"