Desperate Days

(Ooh, desperate days)
(Ooh, desperate days)

I was an artist living in Paris
You were sixteen
Off by the seaside, we had a great time
Champagne 'til three
You started every fashion
Looking casual chic
A trashy midnight fashion just for me

These are the desperate days for young lovers
We are the daring, the mighty survivors

I order oysters, you look unhappy
We get saltines
Everything's all right
We promise no fight
Just wait and see

You've got a lot of nervous energy electric
I'm gonna make you use it all on me

These are the desperate days for young lovers
We are the daring, the mighty survivors

You got an offer, two weeks in Rio
Breakfast and tea
Wrote you a letter, I'll never send it
It's not like me

Cold nights on café corners
Drinking lonely 'til three
Who wakes you in the morning?
It's not me

These are the desperate days for young lovers
We are the daring, the mighty survivors
These are the desperate days for young lovers
We are the daring, the mighty survivors

(Ooh, desperate days)