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Julie London

Pousse Cafe

 

Pousse Cafe

(album: London By Night - 1958)


I sat and sip Pousse Café
The others think, it's just a drink
How can they know of a lesson, it starts
It's like my heart, it's in 3 parts

Why do I drink Pousse Café?
Oh, I don't know, it once was so
I can't tell that it's a toast to a grand
It's on my lips, I will listen

Once you're lips caress me tenderly
All that love, love that would not go astray
And tears are just a memory
And a lonely drink of Pousse Café

Only one more Pousse Café
An aperitif can't bring relief
I'm a moth who got too close to the flame
I play for keeps, you play the game

And so I linger here and sip Pousse Café

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