Complaine De La Butte Lyrics - Rufus Wainwright

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The moon all too fair in your russet-red hair sets a sparkling crown
The moon all too red with glory is spread on your poor tattered gown
The moon all too white caresses the light in your world-weary eyes
Princess of the street do allow me to greet you my broken heart cries

The steps of montmartre all uphill are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill like wings shelter all paramours

I feel beggar-girl your fetters they curl as they seek out my wrists
I feel your young breasts your thin little waist
I lose my regrets
I taste on your mouth the feverish breath of a half-starving waif
And with your caress i sense drunkenness erasing my life

The steps of montmartre all uphill are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill like wings shelter all paramours

And see how she skips the moon how she drifts
The princess in tow
Da da da da da da da da da da
My reveries grow

The steps of montmartre all uphill are hardest on the poor
The sails of the mill like wings shelter all paramours

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