#119 (ou Wonderful Tonight)
How pretty do you feel tonight?
You dress a nice black gown
and a smile from ear to ear
But there is something missing, isn’t it?
You hang out with your last nite friends
They can tell you some soft words
Your well-shaped legs exposed
to the light of the lamposts.
And you’ll drink a few shots of tequila
The poor bottle is the usual suspect
It’s strange, but it is not to blame,
whenever someone takes off your dress.
Don’t you feel a bit naked?
With your make-up —- Your dark shades
so easily ruined by a single tear
streaming down your cheeks.
Is there someone to clean them up?
And feel that sweet taste of salt
But there’s nothing to worry about
if you’re feeling pretty tonight
You may ask the mirror, a hobo or a clown
They all will shout how pretty you are
But doesn’t matter how many times you tell that to yourself,
still, there’s something missing.
Perhaps, if you look above,
you might see your reflex in the stars
They will tell you lots of things
But not how wonderful you are
Stars fall, so does kings
But you can’t do that, right, babe?
If you stand on your knees
Your dress would be full of sand.
When you get home, the parade will be gone
But what thought will flash by your mind?
Will be the tasteless kiss from the strangers
you use to make yourself blind?
Hopefully, there will be the day
Where will you’ll wake up with a headache
but you’ll feel beautiful again
like in those days you were mine.