He's my man we're hand in hand

Take your Mademoiselle to your red-lit hotel
It's our own little warm, cozy, beautiful hell

Hey, baby
I promise I'm not crazy, ask the others
But they're already dead
I'll do my hair up real nice
Tell you terrible things by candlelight
While the table next to us choke on their bread

When are you gonna make me your baby?
You know I belong in your arms
When are you gonna make me your baby?
Baby, it's all that I want

And the violins swell
Like they're weavin' a spell
And it sounds like she's falling in love

Hey, baby
When are you gonna to take me
For dinner, at Brasserie Zédel?
It's my favorite spot in Soho
The old boys play piano
Just for me, at Brasserie Zédel

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