As I watched you walk by on the dusty old road
That's when my heartache started
And I opened up the bottle of Kentucky dry,
Each time I see you walk by
OH, how I miss all them good times we had
The love, the laughter that we shared
Sweet memories of all them good times gone by
Why did you want some other guy
Cause there are sim bad luck said the boys in the bar
No sympathy for a drunken rock star
Cause there are said the young folks and tosted good wine
That's how it goes, Cest La vie.
(And back again)
The radio was pumping out them heart-breaking songs
There are moments they're playing "Baby I love you"
The sad meant to buy me songs on BBC (The Stones where NO 1)
When you walked hand in hand down the ile with that creep
Wedding bells where chiming up above
(I lived a far place for my wedding invitation)
And had my own cognac celebration
Case there are reds on luck, said the boys in the bar
No sympathy for a drunken rock star
Case there are set casino, bollow several jump
You made your final Cest La Vie
Case there are bets on luck, said the boys in the bar
No sympathy for a drunken rock star
Case there are said my mates, times chick Gary that is fine
That's how it goes, Cest La vie.
Case there are bets on luck, said the boys in the bar
No sympathy for a drunken rock star