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.
Of course I don't play with money.
OOO, 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.
Don't care about nothing but trouble
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.
I know I'll miss your face,
I said I'm movin′ on, yeah.
I said I'm movin′ on, yeah.