Baccara

I still remember the piano
Playing the same old melodies
The late-night crowd
Was wild and loud
But then a shoot
Outside the bar-room
And then I saw you for the first time
The way you stepped out of the dark
Up to the bar
Said: “Here we are…
Whiskey for me,
For you Tequila”
The devil send you to Lorado
Because he knew that I was there
A man with such a face
In such a lonesome place
Can only be a desperado