Introdução: Last time I saw richard was Detroit in 68 / And told me all romantics meet the same fate / Some day, cynical and drunk and boring someone / In some dark café / You laugh, he said you think you're immune, / Go look at eyes / They're fool of moon / You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you / All those pretty lies, pretty lies / When you gonna realize they're only pretty lies / Only pretty lies, pretty lies / He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed / Three button sand the thing began to whirl / And a barmaid came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie / And she said drink up now it's getting on time to close / Richard, haven't really changed, I said / Is she that now will romantic sizing some pain that's see in head / You've got tombs in your in eye, but the songs / You punched are dreaming / Listen, they talk of love so sweet / When you gonna get yourself back on your feet? / Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet / Richard got married to a figure skater / And he bought her a dish was her and a coffe percolator / And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on / And all the house lights left up bright / I'm gonna blow this dam candle out / I don't want nobody, comin'over to my table / I go nothing to talk to anybody about / All good dreamer pass this away someday / Hidin' behind bottles in dark café / Dark cafes / Only a dark coccon before I get my gorgeous wings / And fly away / Only a phase, these dark cafe days