The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride
Knows he is courting an impudent pride
Think of his jealousy, oh, where will he hide?
The man, who's escorting Don Juan to his bride
The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer
Films for a Wa
Ephemerae lyrics

Learn from my sinsThe concept of our misery tried to the dreamsday after daytrying to escape this certain call to earth's e
rner brother or Mister Goldwyn-Meyer
Think of his starlet, how much will he pay her?
The man, who will cover for Don Juan's old soothsayer
An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich
To quit would be discrete and swift
But you know that I can't do that
It would be a d
Bells Of Paris lyrics

Oh, I gave you my heart
Every little bit
You're holding me till the night is gone
Oh, my little heart really
saster
It would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming
We'll be sorry soon
(Hahahahaha)
At the end of the day, when everyone's resigned
To the heart of the matter and the measures in mind
King Zog's back from holiday, Mary Lupescu's grey
And King Alexander 
Right To Ride lyrics

I have seen the winter sunrise above the veils of babylonI've ridden out across the terra plainseen the standing stones
s dead in Marseille
An emphas has been reached with the teacher of the rich,
To quit would be discrete and swift
But you know that I can't do that
It would be a disaster
It would be a disaster
I've got this sinking feeling, I'm not dreaming
We'll be sorry soon.
(Hahahahaha)