Accords et paroles A Bit Of You Rufus Wainwright

A Bit Of You

Rufus Wainwright

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[Verse 1]
A bit of you's the only drug I must abuse
A bit of you's the only substance I cannot refuse
When I walk on Spring
[Verse 2]
Beneath the stink a bit of you is all I smell
Upon the shelf a bit of you I ask "They sell?"
When I walk on Spring
[Chorus]
Cause there ain't no style
No there ain't no style
Cause there ain't no style
And in fact there is just one other problem
You live up in Harlem
[Verse 3]
Of course I had no knowledge of this at the time
That came après July on the Upper West Side
Waiting for the fall
[Verse 4]
When from the Battery on up to your front door
From mother ship the rocket launching twister whores
Would blow up it all
[Chorus]
Cause there ain't no style
No there ain't no style
Cause there ain't no style
And in fact there is just one other problem
I would have spared Harlem
[2nd Chorus]
Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me
Don't you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway
No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow."
[Instrumental]
                  
                  
[2nd Chorus]
Affections sent straight to Chekhov say you need me
Don't you need me wait I thought we were on Broadway
No my daddy said so "Still outside of Moscow."
[Verse 5]
And so the days creep up to my big final show
And not a word from you the hours I must blow
So I walk and see
[Verse 6]
Upon the streets a faded island press on eyes
A big old pool of you zillions I realize
And just one of me
[Chorus]
Cause there ain't no style
No there ain't no style
Cause there ain't no style
And in fact there is just one other problem
You've infected Harlem
[Outro]
Guess I won't be waiting several hours
Before nightfall for that A train
Just the hiss of the Dune's band playin'.

A Bit Of You

Rufus Wainwright

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