Downtown Girl

She’s a girl from the pub downtown
Working hard earning money to live,
‘Till this day no one told her how pretty
Is her face while she’s serving a drink…
‘Round a midnight she’s free-she’s going
To the old-fashioned Dancing “La Ramblas”
Shiny moves in the rhythm of the bossa
But there’s no one to take her in arms…
You could be the first; you could be the last one,
There’s a place in her heart, for a man who loves her….
You could be the first; you could be the last one,
There’s still a place in her heart for a man who loves her….
She comes home in a careless silence
Of the humid temptation of night.
Sits on bed, starts to put off her clothes,
But there’s no one to turn off the light…
When she wakes up it’s already morning,
One in a hundreds of mornings she had.
Opens the curtains and looks out of the window
But there’s nobody waiting outside….

Copyrights 2003 Levon Leonard Entertainment