Saint-Tropez

give me back my fine cigar
on Saint-Tropez
beneath a shining star
a boy with so much more to do
can't write a single letter
without the color blue
and he had the gall to want it all
sold several lives in packs of fives
found misfortune selling on the beach
where everything was within his reach
took a healthy puff, filled a lung
couldn't hold it in, was much too young
beneath a shining star
give me back my fine cigar
on Saint-Tropez
inside a speeding car
a girl with so much more to do
can't find a way to walk away
without her silver shoe
and she had the gall to want it all
sold several lives in packs of fives
found misfortune selling on the beach
where everything was within her reach
took a healthy puff, filled a lung
couldn't hold it in, was much too young
beneath a shining star
on Saint-Tropez
that's what the fortune teller says.