La Femme de Montreal

Lyrics
Calico and crimson Leopard and chiffon Arm in arm Down the Boulevard Saint Laurent Cobblestones and snowflakes Then onto last call Avec La Femme de Montreal She was winging it and swinging On the high trapeze Borne on air, Devil may care The crowd to please With no safety net to catch her Should she fall La femme de Montreal Last time I was here I was here with my spouse For the L. Cohen concert Now I feel like a louse There's smoke in the barrel And a fire I can't douse As another good city goes down She left her gloves And a butterfly clip in my room Said that I looked like a spy Microfilming the moon Paying no attention To the rules on the walls La Femme de Montreal Ice in a bucket and a sign on the door "Ne pas deranger" Our clothes on the floor And her kisses will leave bruises Of that you can be sure Souvenirs of this French-speaking town We were dancing horizontal High in the hills A death defying double act Choc full of spills n' chills With no safety net to catch us Should we slip and fall Moi et la femme de Montreal Le femme de Montreal Le femme de Montreal
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Credits
- Writers
- David J