@migu music@

@migu music@

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"