He came from the east
Selling something to the west
In his heart he had love
In his bag his sister was the best
In a back street alley
Or a plash hotel
He would give you heaven
He could sell you hell
Dear Michael the dealer
With a heart of gold
Farewell.
We never thought that tomorrow
Could ever turn into today
We never knew which road to follow
So we just run the gun
We made L.A. in St-Tropez.
She came with the morning
And a purple musline dress
In her smile there were tears
In her heart there was nothing left
Just a rich bitch hippy from society
Her intentions were good but her soul weren't free
Dear Jane hope to see you
In eternity
We never thought that tomorrow
Could ever turn into today
We never knew which road to follow
So we just run the gun
We made L.A. in St-Tropez.
They met every evening
Loving spoonful would take cure
In the foyer of the Hilton
Or a basement squad somewhere
Then she hit a vein
Took her much too high
And he took a bend
Made him kiss the sky
Dear Michael and Jane
Just to say
Goodbye.
We never thought that tomorrow
Could ever turn into today
We never knew which road to follow
So we just run the gun
We made L.A. in St-Tropez.