Fiction Plane - Tommy lyrics

Cold thoughts inseparable Pale thoughts Commitment turned to tyranny Just a little drop of wine in your water A little spice in your rice This life's too plain for me Things come out of the darkness And they offer you s** Or something like it But that's not what you get Hey, Tommy, lost in Pigalle Hey, Tommy, she's a hell of a gal Fresh legs, eyes, head, smiles, rampant genitals And many favorite daughters Our impeccable hospitality is free But I must insist you buy this young lady A whisky or a water But don't look at the price With ice, it's not so nice Here in the syphilis quarter Hey, Tommy, lost in Pigalle Hey, Tommy, she's a hell of a gal Hey, Tommy, lost in Pigalle Scared stiff, penguified You're one hundred dollars lighter You wish you were light enough to fly But at eight foot two He's a monster from Beirut You'd expected a seductress In her birthday suit The conversation starts with honey Quickly moves to money Ends with a man Not your s**y lady land Hey, Tommy, lost in Pigalle Hey, Tommy, she's a hell of a gal Hey, Tommy, lost in Pigalle Hey, Tommy, she's a hell of a gal