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This is the end of the Straight Street Of this I am sure You said you'd meet me at this Roman gate The arch you adored But now it's quarter past seven and the last prayer is on Resounding minarets just tell me what I already know So pretend to be my wife, because I like the way the look at us At this fare I could have him driving us back to Europe But why would I do that Pretend to be my wife, because I like the way you look But then there's something that I thought was quite well understood And now I face those rare blue eyes I thought it was well understood What's the reason, why are we here? The small confession of intention of the innocents abroad You've got our fairest share of empathy as long as you are poor Songtexte So now it's quarter past ten The last merchant's gone home Why were we so economical when a life is so short So pretend to be my wife, because I like the way they look at us At this fare I could have him polishing for ages, But why would I do that? Pretend to be my wife, because I like the way you look but then there's something that I though was quite well understood And now I face those rare blue eyes I thought it was well understood What's the reason, why are we here? This is the end of the Straight Street I've been here before You said you meet me at this Roman gate the arch you adored And now it's quarter past midnight and we're standing alone All these wishes you were far away Now, here we are Do you know if they're having fun? And should we be having fun? Do you know if they're having fun? And should we be laughing loudly in their streets? Do you know if they're having fun? Sometimes it seems they're having fun Do you know if they're having fun? I just want to have some fun Aus Songtexte Mania