Correction Paroles Thrown out of the Paradise Ballroom par David Foster

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The boys with the boys, the girls with the girls
They dance to the muzak machine
And me and Calypso Katie in love
Oh, we act out the crazy dream
I got my pride upon my chest
And a joke rolled up in my sleeve
I unroll the joke and make the insult
And a thousand eyes turn to me

And they say, now:
Well, throw him out of the paradise ballroom
Into the dark and the gloom
Now you know that the bitterest taste
Is the taste of what you lose
Oh no, just the taste of what you lose

I spit on my palms, I make the fist
And I do a not-bad John Wayne
And Katie got mad, so she grab a cap
And she don't wanna see me again
I leap with the left and lose with the right
They grab my arms and my feet
And as the lights go low and the music goes louder
They throw me out in the street

And they say, now:
Well, throw him out of the paradise ballroom
Into the dark and the gloom
Now you know that the bitterest taste
Is the taste of what you lose
Oh no, just the taste of what you lose

It's a long, hard fall to the naked Earth
Swollen, black and blue eye
And the whores and the pimps beneath the street lamps
They laugh as I pass them by

And they sing:
Well, thrown out of the paradise ballroom
Into the dark and the gloom
Now you know that the bitterest taste
Is the taste of what you lose
And they sing:
Well, thrown out of the paradise ballroom
Into the dark and the gloom
Now you know that the bitterest taste
Is the taste of what you lose
Oh no, just the taste of what you lose
Oh no, just the taste of what you lose

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