Lady in the Limousine Songtext
von Cecilia
Lady in the Limousine Songtext
Lady in the limousine
Is a hotel lobby whore
Wearin′ seven strings of silver pearls
Ah, she knows what they're for
What they′re for
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin' smile
And the lady in the limousine
Feels like a lady for a while
Came in Sammy in a suit
He wears a diamond studded tie
I see the glassy, gleamin′ corner
Of his emerald-colored eyes
Golden rings around his fingers
A cigar between his lips
He likes a lady with the boney body
And the childish-lookin′ hips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?
Harry the porter opens the door
Of a big, black Cadillac
Two rows of brass buttons
Are reflected on the glass
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin′ smile (well, ya know somethin' I guess)
Harry the porter feels
Like somebody for a while
Glamour is clad as sin galore
She glides in skin-tight, silver silk
Champagne bottles an′ burstin' bubbles
Just a-waitin′ to be spilled
I can hear the way the people laugh
As the conversation reeled
Small talk and polite remarks on
"How does your momma feel?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?
Is a hotel lobby whore
Wearin′ seven strings of silver pearls
Ah, she knows what they're for
What they′re for
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin' smile
And the lady in the limousine
Feels like a lady for a while
Came in Sammy in a suit
He wears a diamond studded tie
I see the glassy, gleamin′ corner
Of his emerald-colored eyes
Golden rings around his fingers
A cigar between his lips
He likes a lady with the boney body
And the childish-lookin′ hips
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?
Harry the porter opens the door
Of a big, black Cadillac
Two rows of brass buttons
Are reflected on the glass
I can see the way her sparklin' teeth
Give a scintillatin′ smile (well, ya know somethin' I guess)
Harry the porter feels
Like somebody for a while
Glamour is clad as sin galore
She glides in skin-tight, silver silk
Champagne bottles an′ burstin' bubbles
Just a-waitin′ to be spilled
I can hear the way the people laugh
As the conversation reeled
Small talk and polite remarks on
"How does your momma feel?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da
Little lady in the limousine
Lady in the limousine
What do you dream of in between?
Writer(s): Evangelina Sobredo Galanes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com