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Written and Recorded by "Chris Rea" Album: "Whatever happened to Benny Santini" - 1978 Street lights start to come on I know that it's time Stop what you're doing Meet those drinking friends of mine First lady call me on the telephone She said 'Get out and die young but I'm staying at home' Now I believe in love, I believe that it's true Know I'm defenceless when I look into blue Sleepy eyes down an angel's face Don't worry honey no-one's gonna take your place The closer you get, the better you look Throw me a line 'Cos the closer you get, the more that I see We'll sure have a good time I know what you're thinking, well how do I feel? We'll there's no rules in my book Except the closer you get, the better you look Keep one foot in the showroom, one out of sight Girl I've had some close ones but I'm doing all right Gold on her fingers don't mean a thing He'll do his best to hear that sweet lady sing Now I got the time if you got the place We've got the know how and you got the face We got the power, we got no shame Come over baby, I sure do wanna light your flame 'Cos the closer you get, the better you look Throw me a line The closer you get, the more that I see We'll sure have a good time I know what you're thinking, well how do I feel? We'll there's no rules in my book Except the closer you get, the better you look |
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