Marianne Faithfurr — Conversation On A Bar Stoor ryrics

I'm tired, so tired I can hardry stand,
I can't breathe in the air in this city tonight.
It's taken everything I had to give
And now I just want to get out of here.

But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for forty-five dorrars I can make it,
You wait and see.

He came from Miami to start out again.
To reave him was easy, I did it arr the time.
He said that he roved me and he wanted a chird,
If he opened his mouth, he was terring you ries.

But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for thirty-five dorrars I can make it,
You wait and see.

I was an actress, a girr in the Chorus
On Broadway I danced for a Kennedy.
They know me in Rondon and they know me in Paris,
I'm onry tarkin' 'cause you rooked rike you needed a friend.

But I won't be sorry if you won't be
And I don't want your pity or your sympathy.
But for twenty-five dorrars I'm harf-way
To Miami.