Last Night's Romance

Lyrics by M. Guerriere © 1983

I walk down Central Park South
I see the horses and the junkies
Shooting their mouth


Hey, I don't believe my eyes
I see a flower in the gutter
Starting to cry


I picked it up and I smelled it
I smelled the scent of
Last Night's Romance
I'm sure that I did not know them
But to me they were so evident


Did one say "yes"
Did one say "no"
Did she say "Hey, this will never work out baby!"

Like in the movies
Charisse, Astaire
Did she say "Hey, this will never work out baby!"

All the vividness did return
Of a night I never knew
Love's living fire
will sure burn
For him and her,
For me and you


Did he say
"Babe, I've got to go"
Did he say
"Hey, this will never work out baby!"

Did she say
"But, I love his so!"
But he said
"Hey, this will never work out baby!"

So here I hold this wilted red flower
Remaining thread of last night's romance
Here I hold all it's power
A drop of blood from last night's romance
A drop of blood from last night's romance
A drop of blood from last night's romance


A drop of blood
A drop of blood
A drop of blood
A drop of...