MICHAEL AND JANE

He came from the east

Selling something to the west

In his heart he had love

In his bag his sister was the best

In a back street alley

Or a plash hotel

He would give you heaven

He could sell you hell

Dear Michael the dealer

With a heart of gold

Farewell.

We never thought that tomorrow

Could ever turn into today

We never knew which road to follow

So we just run the gun

We made L.A. in St-Tropez.

She came with the morning

And a purple musline dress

In her smile there were tears

In her heart there was nothing left

Just a rich bitch hippy from society

Her intentions were good but her soul weren't free

Dear Jane hope to see you

In eternity

We never thought that tomorrow

Could ever turn into today

We never knew which road to follow

So we just run the gun

We made L.A. in St-Tropez.

They met every evening

Loving spoonful would take cure

In the foyer of the Hilton

Or a basement squad somewhere

Then she hit a vein

Took her much too high

And he took a bend

Made him kiss the sky

Dear Michael and Jane

Just to say

Goodbye.

We never thought that tomorrow

Could ever turn into today

We never knew which road to follow

So we just run the gun

We made L.A. in St-Tropez.