Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crystal Vases , by - The Last Royals. Song from the album Twistification, in the genre ИндиRelease date: 07.01.2013
Record label: Ooh La La
Song language: English
Crystal Vases |
| intro |
| If i die a lonely death |
| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes |
| I smoked each day after you left me |
| standing all alone |
| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new |
| the extra set of keys from you |
| are going to the maid |
| the maid has been my only friend |
| she’s always there to apprehend |
| the dust and grime that settles in |
| around the crystal vase |
| the crystal vase, a wedding gift |
| that through the years has made the shift |
| what once helds flowers |
| now holds ash |
| from my two packs a day |
| Oo, baby she walks with a thorn in her side |
| Them big sunglasses on her eyes |
| All the uptown girls say: |
| «Hi… old woman» |
| «I can’t take another day of this» she says |
| «All I wanted was a drink and kiss |
| But I guess I’ll just to call on my bank 'cause it’s Swiss» |
| She never knew no better than to follow her nose |
| I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I’m part of the show |
| And now she’s gone and all she’s left with |
| is a house full of clothes |
| Sometimes Madam |
| It’s OK to cry |
| If I die a lonely death |
| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes |
| I smoked each day after you left me |
| standing all alone |
| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new |
| the extra set of keys from you |
| are going to the maid |
| We’ll she’s probably just a chip off the block |
| You know like, coffee from a coffee pot |
| Well, at least she can get away for a while |
| Get some sun on that yacht |
| She never knew no better than to follow her nose |
| I ask for your forgiveness 'cause I’m part of the show |
| And now all she’s gone and all she’s left with is |
| a house full of clothes |
| Sometimes Madam |
| It’s OK to cry |
| If i die a lonely death |
| I’m sure it’s from the cigarettes |
| I smoked each day after you left me |
| standing all alone |
| Alone in my Park Avenue apartment that smelled fresh and new |
| the extra set of keys from you |
| are going to the maid |
| the maid has been my only friend |
| she’s always there to apprehend |
| the dust and grime that settles in |
| around the crystal vase |
| the crystal vase, a wedding gift |
| that through the years has made the shift |
| what once helds flowers |
| now holds ash |
| from my two packs a day |