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It's Friday and late after hours,
And still I haven't a date.
Waiting by the moon,
Sipping Whiskey sours.
I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon.
It really could be days,
'Til I find some flowers,
So I'll send you a bouquet.
Chorus 1:
Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
And people in a rush everywhere.
No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
In my champagne glass, you know.
You put that magic touch in the air.
So they say, it's closing time again,
Funny how time passes,
Through a bottle of Champagne.
The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,
And people laughing in my ear.
You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris,
You've got that magic touch.
Chorus 2:
Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
And the people rush everywhere.
No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
In my Champagne glass, you know.
You put that magic touch in the air.
See those people in a rush,
But you've got that magic touch.
(Repeat twice)
Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade.
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- Terra Null.
- Totally Awesome Remixes EP
- Gift From An Angel EP
- Miscellaneous
- White Hot
- On Earth as It Is in Heaven
- Helluva Band
- Angel
- Anthology
- Believe In Angels Believe In Me
- Non-Album Releases
- Time After Time
- Chilled R&B: The Platinum Edition
- Wonderful
- Possession With Intent
- About Time
- About Time – Album Commentary
- The World
- In Between Time
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