LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song
The Accordionist
The prostitute is beautiful
On the street corner over there
She has clients
Who fill up her stocking
When her work is done
She goes off in turn
To look for a little dream
In a suburban dance hall
Her man is an artist
He's a strange little guy
An accordionist
Who knows how to play the java
She listens to the java
But she doesn't dance it
She doesn't even look at the dance floor
And her loving eyes
Follow the nervous playing
And the artist's long, dry fingers
It gets under her skin
From below, from above
She feels like singing
It's physical
Her whole being is tense
Her breath is held
She's a real music freak
The prostitute is sad
On the street corner over there
Her accordionist
He's gone off to be a soldier
When he comes back from the war
They'll get a house
She'll be the cashier
And he'll be the boss
How beautiful life will be
They'll be real pashas
And every evening for her
He'll play the java
She listens to the java
That she hums very softly
She pictures her accordionist
And her loving eyes
Follow the nervous playing
And the artist's long, dry fingers
It gets under her skin
From below, from above
She feels like crying
It's physical
Her whole being is tense
Her breath is held
She's a real music freak
The prostitute is alone
On the street corner over there
Girls who sulk
Men don't want them
And too bad if she croaks
Her man will never come back
Goodbye to all the beautiful dreams
Her life, it's f*cked
Yet her sad legs
Take her to the dive bar
Where there's another artist
Who plays all night long
She listens to the java
She hears the java
She closed her eyes
And the dry, nervous fingers
It gets under her skin
From below, from above
She feels like screaming
It's physical
So to forget
She started to dance, to spin
To the sound of the music
Stop!
Stop the music