100,000 Times Before

I love your old and sweet perfume but not those eyes.
Your smell is part of no disguise.
And I am smiling but I’ve fallen,
I’ve fallen for your legs,
The ones I’ve seen a hundred thousand times before.
With or without you lying next to me,
We are personifying tears.
The ones of ash, in an ashtray, that’s been dropped on the floor,
The one I’ve dropped a hundred thousand times before.
And the one I’ve cleaned a hundred thousand times before.
But lady,
You look so good tonight.
Baby,
You’ve lost your bag and your tights are gone,
But it’s okay, 'cause you’ve made my day.
(you made my day)
I never stole a thing apart from mamas car,
And maybe a cigarette or two,
But you’re a thief, you took my heart, girl.
It’s locked behind the door,
The one I’ve knocked on a hundred thousand times before.
No use, I’ve knocked a hundred thousand times before.
But lady,
You look so good tonight.
Baby,
You lost your bag and your tights are gone,
But it’s okay, because you’ve made my day.
I swear it’s okay, you’ve made my day.
(you made my day)