Late in Rome

Lyrics

Tired eyes, remember the spotlights Tired eyes, remember those late nights With ladies on my arm, nights of passion Is it too long ago and you could hear them say Serge, he's a dancer Knows each dramatic pose Rows of ladies they fall over His future's in his toes Who of you would know me now You lovers once cherished and gone But I've slept late in Rome before And my story many times been sung Serge, he's a dancer Knows each dramatic pose Rows of ladies they fall over His future's in his toes Where are you now, a flirting lover You are with young men it seems And all those times you had together A part in his playful scene Serge, he's a dancer Knows each dramatic pose Rows of ladies they fall over His future's in his toes