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eulogy for my next lover - brenda kahn lyrics

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i’m gonna sit here ’til i finish my last cigarette
lazy sunday night, and every waitress added wrong on every check
a man comes up to pay, he’s got one of them licorice drinks on his breath
and it takes me to the south of france, where i’m drinking down another gl-ss
and the children mixing water and mint

and he says, “baby will you miss me?”
you are only a phone call away, a pile of 10p pieces on holiday

i’m gonna sit here ’til i finish my last cigarette
middle eastern music, it reminds me of those sunsets in hamamet

yeah, we talk until the morning, it lights up the sky
and the breadless mourners watch with curious eye (sigh?)

and this old arab at the bar, he tells us
“nothing in life is sure, except that la vie, c’est dur sans confitures”

and he says
“will i ever see you again?”
well, i am only half a world away
but you could write me a letter
there’s something you forgot to say

i’m gonna sit here ’til i finish my last cigarette

love’s like oil, it’s slippery and easily ignited
and i’ve noticed that my lovers they mark the time
and i’m growing older by the hour
my outlook growing equally dour
life bittersweet but never sour

and he says
“do you think we’ll be great lovers someday?”

i say i am only a phone call away
hand him a quarter and walk the other way …

- brenda kahn lyrics

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