Once again that silly common talk
Will you look at me for once like you're not bored
At the end of this unlikely pretty night
I'll be singing in my car and you'll be tired
Come again without your guilty thoughts
You could have it all by making just a phone call
At the latest gig that maybe you come too
I will pray to God to make me look more cool
Downtown, cool downtown
Well don't let these people turn you down
Don't let these people ask:
"What do you like or who do you prefer?"
About the things that make you scream your loudest "wow"
Do not stand against the wall
Do not give me any:
"Darling, I want you so much..."... more than I pretend!
Look at me or listen to my songs
Look at me or listen to my songs
You could have it all by knocking on my door
But you've never found the right way to my place
So my little baby I won't miss your taste
If you cry aloud the things you've said
If you cry aloud the music you have hated
Then you probably can see the reason why
I am dancing like a fool and you are drunk
Downtown, drunk downtown
