Bistro Belle

With my 50 cent tuxedo ‘n’ your high class, so divine

Drinkin’ cappucinos that should fool em for a while

Sparklin’ at people, yawnin’ at boutiques

‘Cause tomorrow they’ll be right back at the wrong side of the week

Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby by your side

Her smile upon your shoulder whispers sugarcoated sighs

The only thing that strikes you in this lazy state of mind

There’s nothing ‘bout a Monday that a Sunday can’t unwind

There’s whiskey ‘n’ hot coco in this coo coo lullaby

There’s bon bons for the flavour at ‘captain cherry pies’

‘T makes perfect sense to find romance uncommonly worthwile

Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby by your side

Skippin’ time with that senior citizenship

So badly equipped for clockwise street

Tap your feet to their lack of response

It’s nice to feel your pulse once you’ve skipped a beat

These marshmellow moments in vanilla paradise

Frivolous vendettas throwing kisses by surprise

Makin’ plans for years to come ‘n’ then skip the whole darn bunch

Just me & you, in this rendez-vous for a late nite donkey punch

Getting lost in the softness of your skin

Loose the urge to win… All those evil hearted bets

Let’s play lover’s roulette ‘n’ put this world on hold

‘N’ we’ll hang on to that moment till we run out of cigarettes

So won’t you care to join me in this nice suburban toast

Of all my little habits, baby, it’s yours I like the most

You’d almost think that happiness could come in family size

Sunday’s at the bistro with your baby your side