Billie

Before my fame, I only thought of you, of what you'd say, shadows in blue smoke, pale against an awful truth, shocked again I'm broke, you always did play, in fields of successful tunes, now its a different age, at the nite clubs alone, long lonely rooms, you saw me stripped to bone, inside the best cafe's, flowers and low lamps bloom, showed me how to create, the hold of a simple note, am sorry i didn't sooth, what you wanted to know, It's hardly news.