Paul Gordon - Girl In The Window Display lyrics
[Paul Gordon - Girl In The Window Display lyrics]
Daddy, Mr Pendleton has invited
Julia, Sallie and me to New York next Friday!
I don't believe I'll ever go to Heaven!
I'm getting everything I want down here
Here on the streets of New York there are
Crowds of people
A city sequestered in lights
Under saffron skies
Here on the streets of New York there is
Mass confusion a rhythm of radiant sights
Right before my eyes
And every window is a stage
A girl dressed up and on display
And Julia bought herself a Sunday hat
Never thinking twice how nice!
And you never have to consider the price!
Here on the streets of New York there are
Screams and sirens candy for your senses
So much to choose
Here on the streets of New York there is
Smoke and sulphur so many new memories
Not to lose
He took us out to see a play
If I could tell you how I feel
It was the most amazing night
Of my entire life i pray someday
That I'll be the girl in the window display
I think if you don't mind
That I'd rather be an actress than a writer
Wouldn't you like me to leave college
And go to a dramatic school?
Then you could sit in a
Box for all my performances
And I'll smile at you across the footlights
Only wear a red rose
In your buttonhole, please
So I'll be sure to smile at the right man
It would be awfully embarrassing to
Pick out the wrong one
Here on the streets of New York there is
Dance and music we trip the light fantastic
With the avant garde
Here on the streets of New York there is
Spark and magic
An explosion of intervention on the boulevard
He took us to a small café
He sat beside me as we dined
I used the wrong fork
But, I don't think that he noticed
And I hope i pray
We'll have the same kind of night some day!
And I'll be the girl in the window display
The girl in the window display
Julia, Sallie and me to New York next Friday!
I don't believe I'll ever go to Heaven!
I'm getting everything I want down here
Here on the streets of New York there are
Crowds of people
A city sequestered in lights
Under saffron skies
Here on the streets of New York there is
Mass confusion a rhythm of radiant sights
Right before my eyes
And every window is a stage
A girl dressed up and on display
And Julia bought herself a Sunday hat
Never thinking twice how nice!
And you never have to consider the price!
Here on the streets of New York there are
Screams and sirens candy for your senses
So much to choose
Here on the streets of New York there is
Smoke and sulphur so many new memories
Not to lose
He took us out to see a play
If I could tell you how I feel
It was the most amazing night
Of my entire life i pray someday
That I'll be the girl in the window display
I think if you don't mind
That I'd rather be an actress than a writer
Wouldn't you like me to leave college
And go to a dramatic school?
Then you could sit in a
Box for all my performances
And I'll smile at you across the footlights
Only wear a red rose
In your buttonhole, please
So I'll be sure to smile at the right man
It would be awfully embarrassing to
Pick out the wrong one
Here on the streets of New York there is
Dance and music we trip the light fantastic
With the avant garde
Here on the streets of New York there is
Spark and magic
An explosion of intervention on the boulevard
He took us to a small café
He sat beside me as we dined
I used the wrong fork
But, I don't think that he noticed
And I hope i pray
We'll have the same kind of night some day!
And I'll be the girl in the window display
The girl in the window display