Mark Knopfler - Your Latest Trick Lyrics
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Your Latest Trick
Your Latest Trick Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Latest Trick By Mark Knopfler?
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles Prehistoric garbage trucks Have the city to themselves Echoes roars dinosaurs They're all doing the monster mash And most of the taxis, most of the whores Are only taking calls for cash I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Well now my door was standing open Security were laid back and lax But it was only my heart that got broken You must have had a pass key made out of wax You played robbery with insolence And I played the blues in twelve bars down Lover's Lane And you never did have the intelligence to use The twelve keys hanging off from my chain I don't know how it happened It all took place so quick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick Now it's past last call for alcohol Past recall has been here and gone The landlord he finally paid us all The satin jazzmen have put away their horns And we're standing outside of this wonderland Looking so bereaved and so bereft Like a bowery bum when he finally understands The bottle's empty and there's nothing left I don't know how it happened It was faster than the eye could flick But all I can do is hand it to you And your latest trick |
Who Wrote Your Latest Trick By Mark Knopfler?
Mark Knopfler
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