Boulevarde Lyrics - Icehouse

The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde 

she shows her hand and says, "please take a card" 

bouquets and lace 

a femme fatale face 

she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde 

but beggers buy love on the boulevarde 

and red light stains the stairs and life is hard 

God only knows 

it never pays 

'cause they all die young on the boulevarde