Goodnight Mr. Maugham - Silkworm

Great tales of tropical passion never did turn out right

Even willy maugham’s story telling gifts left him, sometimes

Never liked american girls

They’re always so plump and white

And the past is a foreign country

They do things differently there

Was a time when children knew to regard their parents cares

My friends sit in basement rooms

Shun the society of our peers

Though i’m living in that foreign country

I’m bound to find my own kind

Anywhere i go you know i’ll end up at

Cafe Americain

Same things go on inside

In the bathroom just like in l.

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And he said it like only he could:

«My time is done, good night»

One night down at the cafe

I light your cigarette

Like a gentleman the best behavior i know

Can bridge any cleft

No matter how vast our differences, like me

You won’t be anyone’s pet

I’m down at hellgate canyon

But still i remember that night

I stared at your tiny fist as it gripped

My dinner jacket so tight

I understood then what willy reported

But never felt in his own life

And he said it like only he could:

«My time is done, good night»