That Magic Touch — текст песни (Angel)

It`s Friday and late after hours,
And still I haven`t a date.
Waiting by the moon,
Sipping Whiskey sours.
I`ll think I`ll wait here `till noon.
It really could be days,
`Til I find some flowers,
So I`ll send you a bouquet.

Chorus 1:
Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
And people in a rush everywhere.
No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
In my champagne glass, you know.
You put that magic touch in the air.

So they say, it`s closing time again,
Funny how time passes,
Through a bottle of Champagne.
The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,
And people laughing in my ear.
You`ve taken far too much, since you left for Paris,
You`ve got that magic touch.

Chorus 2:
Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,
And the people rush everywhere.
No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,
In my Champagne glass, you know.
You put that magic touch in the air.
See those people in a rush,
But you`ve got that magic touch.
(Repeat twice)

Repeat Chorus 1 `til fade.