The piano key a note higher
Please please the high-knee cigarette
She's Muslim for the evening
No drinking
But later she'll countdown
I haven't held a pen in my hand
Since it was a cigar
And I was in Tokyo
And I helped you step down from the car
No photographs
Just whiskey hands held higher
And a summer without any shade
You and I will samba step to the quartet
So many strings
A Bossa nova marionette
I miss you
But tonight champagne chandeliers
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