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Silent Tree Music - Song Lyrics
( Noir song lyrics )
( IT WAS )
A NOIR & HORNY NIGHT
( IN PARIS )
Copyright © 2008 - MickTerry.com
¾ (spoken, French accent)
Picture, if you will,
a night not unlike any other night in Paris,
where the pale moon
is just beginning to cautiously peek
from behind the heavy, receding storm clouds,
illuminating their rough edges
just enough to cast a hauntingly eerie radiance
upon the wet streets
of the City of Lights below.
Dirk Lancer is my name, private eyeing is my game.
What else would I be doing in a place like this?
She looked like any girl in this dank and seedy world,
the ninth and final name to be erased from my list.
Big money brought me there just to locate all the heirs
of P.T. Billingsworth, the filthy-rich tycoon.
But she had other plans, wanting nothing from that man
'til seven bullets tore into that strip saloon.
IT WAS A NOIR & HORNY NIGHT IN PARIS,
the kind of night that breathes and sticks to your skin.
IT WAS A NOIR & HORNY NIGHT IN PARIS,
where all the rain never washes your sins.
It wasn't my bald head that someone wanted dead.
Her mind was quickly changed to let me rescue her.
The killers gave us chase as my Fiat's engine raced,
dodging hookers, dwarfs and petty thieves. The rest's a blur.
CHORUS
We ducked into an alley as the killers sped on by.
She melted in my arms and gently cried.
We drove on through the night, through the morning's foggy light,
'til we reached the Chateau d'If atop the craggy hills.
You might think I got the girl, but we're both from diff'rent worlds.
She slipped away into the night. I wish her well.
CHORUS
Copyright © 2008 MICK TERRY Silent Tree Music All rights reserved
[ Reprinted here by permission of the composer-lyricist ] BMI
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To other police song lyrics:
IT'S JUST A JOB
To other story song lyrics:
HEY, MISTER!
To other money song lyrics:
TOUGH JOB
To other crime song lyrics:
FORTY BIBLES
KING'S RANSOM
A PIRATE'S LIFE
EHAWEE IS GONE
AMERICAN HACKER
COMEDY OF TERRORS
CAUGHT IN THE DESERT
DIAMONDS IN THE ROUGH
& LEAVE THE DYING TO US
WHAT THE HELL DID WE HIT?
THE WRONG MAN (TROY DAVIS)
ANOTHER FACE, ANOTHER NAME
TAGGERS HIT OUR HOME TODAY
I'M GETTING JUST A LITTLE BIT WORRIED
MAKING THE WORST (OF A BAD SITUATION)
NOT QUITE THE WORLD'S OLDEST PROFESSION
I WASN'T MAKING ADVANCES (SENATOR LARRY CRAIG)
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