To My Star

Album cover art for "To My Star" by B.A. Robertson

B.A. Robertson - Rock, Soft Rock

To My Star

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[Verse 1] Her voice is husky when she sings Her throat is tired heavy breathing From a body that's seen much better times [Verse 2] She drinks a million gins a day To help her thoughts go tumbling backward To a time when some young man always paid [Refrain] And it's sad to see that Creole Queen who's dying A fallen star that I know to be our loss Never thought I'd see the day when she'd be crying And not to the sound of tumultuous applause [Verse 3] She sings for cabarets in bars And people come, they sit and chatter You call this, paying homage to my star [Verse 4] Buy her one drink before you go And she may talk to you of burlesque And of vaudeville of Ziegfield and his shows [Refrain] Oh but it's sad to see that Creole Queen who's dying A fallen star I know to be our loss But I never thought I'd see the day when she'd be crying And not, to the sound of tumultuous, sound of tumultuous, applause

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  • B.A. Robertson