Hooray for the drinkin' warm red wine. On a day both bright and fair. Hooray for the layin' and playin' a tune. On the sunlight through your hair, your hair.
That Crystelle, you temptress, you creature of back booths. So accomplished at dancin' when walkin' would do. There's a neon fire in your eyes reflecting off a rhinestone tear.
Say you have got the best years of my life and I've got yours. Who will you trust, hold your own, no one. That must be your answer to my question I am certain.