Lyrics - Another Night In The Life Of A Day by Tyla

Drinking your fine
French cognac,
Smoking a long filter cigerette
Playing blackjack with some jugglers
CSouth of the river,
A place called
Tooting
Bec
I rolled the dice into
Soho, scored some grassfrom a cat named
Verge, turned out to be pedals from someunlucky punters purse.
We paid a
Lady
Godiva on entry, took the stairs to the second floor
We cut through the smoke, the smell of dope and some guy throwing up inthe hall.
We took a table by the window with some wooden glass in a frame
I took a slug of nameless vodka,
I hit the jukebox, it hit sustained.
And a guy looking both ways came right up to me, he said"
You sure do look familiar."
I said "
I'm the guy you used to be."
Well she leaned across the table and she whispered in me ear
There are two places in my bed tonight
One for you and someone else here.
Well
I smiled and lit us both a cigerette and one for a passer-byand before
I even noticed we'd rolled the dice in the direction of
Eel
Pie
I told my story of the goblin and the man in a dressand the crazy women from
Hampstead who caused myselfand my friend
Jay much distress.
Well, we all laughedand so did the driver, as he took the last of our cashvia the all night ship in
Willesden
Lane and the take awayin
Charing
Cross.
Well the passer-by happened towork for vice, and the lady she was on the gameso we all ended up down the local nick with me trying hard to explain
It's just another night in the life
It could only happen to me
It's just another night in the life of a day that you see.

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