pet shop boys
bright young things
Lucy's wearing vintage Boys in a rented tux Safety pins for cufflinks Please, dance with me The party's still in full swing And you're such a bright young thing Nancy's got her monkey On a silver chain Pose for Stephen's camera Then dance with me Forget what the future brings Surrounded by bright young things Sometimes a party's a port in a storm No one is weary or lost and forlorn Listen, the nightingale sings In Berkeley Square the bright young things Are flying on chemical wings Intent on their one last flings Tonight It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) When I get you home They'll be sunlight on your bed Close your eyes and drift off Imagining... The promise of a diamond ring You a queen and I your king Sometimes a party's a port in a storm No one is weary or lost and forlorn Listen, the nightingale sings In Berkeley Square the bright young things Are flying on chemical wings Share with me one last fling Tonight In Berkeley Square the bright young things Are flying on chemical wings Intent on their one last flings Tonight It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) It's time (it's time, it's time) When I get you home They'll be sunlight on your bed Close your eyes and drift off Imagining... The promise of a diamond ring You a queen and I your king Sometimes a party's a port in a storm No one is weary or lost and forlorn Listen, the nightingale sings In Berkeley Square the bright young things Are flying on chemical wings Share with me one last fling Tonight