songbook

Blue Martini
J. P. Riemens (2000)

Only a fool would know how it feels,
Only a loser could walk in these shoes,
Only an angel could make it all better,
But angels don't come around here,

And you are the loneliest soul in this town,
You're not going anywhere but down,
Angels don't come around,
Angels don't come around,
Angels don't come around here.

Saturday night,
You feel lucky,
You feel so good,
You feel so right,
You think you might have died and gone to heaven,
but angels don't come around here,
So you buy a Blue Martini for the lady,
at the end of the bar by the door,
What were you thinking was gonna happen?
Why do you even try for?

'Cause you are the loneliest soul in this town,
You're not going anywhere but down,
Angels don't come around,
Angels don't come around,
Angels don't come around here,

One time it might have been different,
But that was long before your day, hey,

Angels don't come around,
Angels don't come around,