The Jazz Singer Re-Imagined by Ada

Oh, I just finished my shift, I'm a singer At the club. That's all what of it. Boy, I think I'm in love. Going home at sunset in the back of a Taxi. Dreaming of the Chateau Marmont, And it's just you and me. In a kind of lonesome twilight. Pale sun, Sunday night. I rush past the greenery and the hidden drives. Make it look like I'm fine, yeah. Oh, I don't know what to do. My high heels lay there. Step out to the terrace, pull off a wicker Chair. Wait for my boy to come back, He'll be whistling along. Like an old song drifting through the long storied Halls. As a breeze blows through, it catches the hem Of my black dress. I think of me with You and I going out on the town tonight. As I get into the bed alone, yeah. Night lights another flight or two. And I know, you're out there. Whoa, whoa. Oh. In A kind of lonesome twilight. Pale sun, Sunday night. I rush past the greenery and the hidden drives. Make it look I'm fine. In a kind of lonesome twilight. Pale sun, Sunday night. Rush past the greenery and the hidden drives. Make look I'm fine, Yeah. Going out on the town Tonight.