Listening to the saxophone
listening to the saxophone.
Then I saw her silhouette.
Next to me she came and sat,
asked me for a cigarette, that′s how we met.
I was her hundred dollar bill.
always out looking for a thrill.
It's never cheap in Beverly Hills.
I know I′ll miss your face,
You and me we had something.
It′s a matter of my taste.
You've always been this way.
Don′t care about number troubles,
and they don't care what you say.
Ain′t it funny how it goes?
but oooo looking back I got no regrets at all.
I know I'll miss your face,
You and me we had something.