It's Friday and late after hours,

And still I haven't a date.

Waiting by the moon,

Sipping Whiskey sours.

I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon.

It really could be days,

'Til I find some flowers,

So I'll send you a bouquet.



Chorus 1:

Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,

And people in a rush everywhere.

No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,

In my champagne glass, you know.

You put that magic touch in the air.



So they say, it's closing time again,

Funny how time passes,

Through a bottle of Champagne.

The only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,

And people laughing in my ear.

You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris,

You've got that magic touch.



Chorus 2:

Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,

And the people rush everywhere.

No rain, sugar cane, just a grain,

In my Champagne glass, you know.

You put that magic touch in the air.

See those people in a rush,

But you've got that magic touch.

(Repeat twice)



Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade.








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