โหลดเพลง mp3 To a Close - Steve Hackett

To a Close - Steve Hackett
When the debs came down in their famous gowns

Jacqueline at once was the talk of the town

Launched and lunched on Society's cream

Smiled and curtsied so gently

Toujours chercher pour quelle-que-chose

As the curtains are drawn to a close

When her Daddy's bank sailed close to the wind

He traded it all for Gordon's Gin

All the King's horses and all the King's men

Conquered elsewhere never called again

Toujours chercher pour quelle-que-chose

As the curtains are drawn to a close

Said a discreet madam with your pedigree
A belle de jour if ever I've seen

The home service the French lesson round
So neatly attired costing one hundred pounds

Propped up in bed all alone at The Ritz
The Evening Star printed she razored both wrists

Dressed in her furs with her girdle and gloves

Surrounded by photos of all her old loves

Toujours chercher pour quelle-que-chose

As the curtains are drawn to a close