That Magic Touch

It's Friday and late. After hours. And still I have to date. Waiting by the moon. Sipping whiskey sours. I think I'll wait here 'til noon. It really could be days. 'Til I find some flowers. So I'll send you a bouquet. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a crane in my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. So they say. It's closing time again. Funny how time passes. Through a bottle of champagne. The only sound I hear. Is that of rattling glasses. And people laughing in my ear. Taken far too much. Since you left for Paris. You've got that magic touch. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a crane in my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. See those people in a rush. But you've got that magic touch. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a crane in my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. See those people in a rush. But you've got that magic touch. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a crane in my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a crane in my Champagne glass, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. Uptown run around. Hear the sound of city streets below. And...