Champagne and cold coffee

Listen

(Jessica Flanagan)

You comprehend my words, when no one understands.
We speak the same language,
And you’re my Bob Harris—

I’m the girl in the pink wig,
We can watch old movies in your hotel room,
Or steal into the Tokyo moonlight.

You comprehend my words, when no one understands me.
We speak the same language,
‘Cause you’re my Joe Bradley—

I’m the girl with the new haircut,
You can drink cold coffee in the street café,
I’ll have champagne,
And you’re my Nino Quincampois—
I’m the girl in the Zorro mask,
We can ride on your moped,
And steal into the blue and red sunrise.