Lyric Last Tango

Rolling along rue de la Paix
Hearing a song, turn it away
And all alone, killing the day
Rolling along rue de la Paix
Drift in a park
Picking the score
Back in a car
Call it a bore
Call it a bore
Call it a bore

For all those years he tried
They said he wasn t right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn t know
They d never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango
For all those years he tried
They said he wasn t right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn t know
They d never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango

Back in his room
Another tune
The show begins
But no one will win
Got to be strong
Well, it s been so long
Back in the room
Writing a tune

Turn on the light
No time to hide
Run down the street
Hit on the side
Isn t that neat?
Isn t that neat?

For all those years he tried
They said he wasn t right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn t know
They d never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango

Those years he tried
They said he wasn t right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn t know
They d never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango

For all those years he tried
They said he wasn t right
They left him in the night
To win a bitter fight
He knew they couldn t know
They d never seen his show
And in a final throe
He wrote his last tango