Lyrically weak, but the music's the thing

Lost and found, a wallet from a man, careless man

Dinner for twelve is now dinner for ten 'cause I'm under the table with her

That's it, what's done is done. Erase the past if you can

I bring home the bacon and eat it myself

She's incredible, keep your hands off of her

At night she masquerades her passion covered by a veil of calm

Open wide and say goodbye, you'll be OK

Looking real bored is what you pay me for

Begging isn't easy, it kills your self-esteem

And every single Parisian will love tonight without using hands

They offer me a ride in style and something sweet to make me smile

Press clippings hang from torn wallpaper, dust-covered phones, no one would ring her

There I'll spend the night, meeting fancy things at bistros and old haunts, trying very hard to sin

This Johnny's marching home again tonight

Oh, hold me, you know you are my one and only phenotype

I can't see with you in front of the mirror staring, staring

We'll merely sing the songs that made you scream

I've broken every rule and I'll break this last one

Last week was a pity, had a touch of flu and felt a little less than giddy

So you venture out, head in clouds, and that's how to get your ass kicked

Mais mes yeux sont fixer sur la porte

In a movie, a life can be summed up in a word, it's a useful dramatic device

Always in the way, always in the way

I like clubs and I like girls, I like music and that's it

Do I qualify as 'dearly departed'? Or am I 'that sucker in the sky'?

Well, the car I drive is parked outside, it's German-made they resent that less than the people who are German-made

She won't marry you, she don't look good in white

Who can sum up a life with a phrase, they don't know you

He came home and instead of hearing the usual drums and bass, he heard violins

Once you've been ushered in, you ought to face the music and ignore the guiding hand, surely you can

When I kiss you I hear Charlie Parker playing

See her tap her foot to nothin' but your heavy breathing, she's the greatest show on earth and I ain't never leaving

God, these drinks are something warm and watered down

Hold me so tight they'll think I'm you

Well step right up, cause misery loves another unpleasant person

Rumours spread like tumours, too too fast and too too true

A wham and bam and 'thank you, sir' is all that I would get from her

Somehow a telephone call, you were a pair, not any more

I smiled like Herbert Hoover when they played

The night is younger than the girl who's got the touch but not by much

Is this a felony anywhere?

Risky business, all this waiting, wondering

We'll merely sing the songs that made you scream

Since you've left the opera, you just frown a lot

I'm Tsui Hark, I'm a film director, I've made several films

What I like is your independence, real spunk, real independence and there's my car

Like it or not, I got girls on the brain

She's safe in my arms and I'm safe in hers

The Nice Guys cannot and the Nice Guys shall not, the Nice Guys will not win