It's Never Too Late
Que veux-tu de moi ?
Que veux-tu ?
Judith
Je n’aime que toi
Le sais-tu ?
Hier tu m’embrasses
Demain tu te lasses
Judith
Dis-le-moi
Que veux-tu ?
Hier tu m’embrasses
Demain tu te lasses
Que veux-tu de moi ?
Que veux-tu ?
Dois-je en pleurer
En rire
Je ne saurais
Le dire
Toi qui te joues de moi
Que ne me le dis-tu pas ?
En pleurer c’est
De rage
En rire c’est
Dommage
Je ne sais plus que faire
Entre le ciel et lâ€Ã
Boxing And Pop Music
Lying in bed on a weekday night
Listening to the title fight
From a town the radio said was Atlantic City
The branches brush the windows
The hour is early evening
And Frankie's beating hell out of the champion
Frankie is the one, you know
Frankie is the boy
I hope my sister's listening
from her place in Illinois
For though the world is turning darkly
all the stars are out tonight
There are dreams still shining, redefining
all that makes us feel alright
Lying in bed in the afternoon
listening to Frankie Lymon tunes
While the people make their way home
from the dusty city
The breezes blow the curtains
the hour is early evening
and Frankie's singing songs just like a champion
Frankie was the one, you know
Frankie was the boy
My sister shook his hand the night
he played at the Savoy
And though the world is turning darkly
all the stars are out tonight
There are dreams still shining, redefining
all that makes us feel alright
Frankie is the one, you know
Frankie is the boy
Frankie bears the weight of
all our sorrow and our joy
For though the world is turning darkly
all the stars are out tonight
There are dreams still shining, redefining
all that makes us feel alright
I feel alright