Corinne Bailey Rae

Breakfast at Mickey's, make-up still on
Elbows on the greasy table cloth
One more coffee and one last cigarette
Smiling at the rain cause you hold me close
My best dress on underneath this old coat
Walking down Bleecker no one is awake yet
Still, seven hours
Nothing but clouds
It's enough to make your heart sigh
We should try
So pick me up and take me out
Oo we crash into love-filled nights
(Paris nights and New York mornings)
Oo we race till we're out of time
(Paris nights and New York mornings)
And now that you've taken me up so high
(Paris nights and New York mornings)
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
I could see the lights from the restaurant
I couldn't quite perfect that nonchalance
Paris and champagne with one brown sugar cube
And we danced while the band played "She's not there"
Kissed me in the rain by the Rue Voltaire
It's a perfectly good way to ruin those silk shoes