Nadine

My music tore at Sassie's heart
And Mercer loved my rhymes
My tunes climbed the Billboard chart
At least a dozen times
But life's capricious pendulum
Has tossed me to this pit
I sure could use ANOTHER HIT
A long parade of goddesses
Passed through my bedroom door
I unhooked gowns and bodices
Till it became a chore
I dined with Julie London once
Charmed her with my wit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT
Their hands would flutter down my neck
The honey flowed, the honey flowed
A crisp new bill would pay the check
The money goes, the money goes
We rode in block-long limousines
The champagne flowed like wine
I made the trades and magazines
This fickle world was mine
My evening clothes were Saville Row
Each suit a perfect fit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT
A narrow waist
An ample hip
The honey flowed, the honey flowed
I'd leave a twenty for a tip
The money goes, the money goes
I muddle through this blue-soaked haze
Bereft of all my toys
The music that they write these days
Is just a lot of noise
The world is not so sweet a place
When viewed from where I sit
Joe, I could use ANOTHER HIT.
words and music by David Cantor
(c) 1993 Flexible Man Music , Corp.