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I think that there are more lyrics than shown here.
The song I've heard has these words:
A Touch of Evil
The night my baby left me
I crossed the bridge to Juarez Avenue.
Like that movie Touch of Evil,
I got the Orson Welles-Marlene Dietrich blues.
Where Orson walks into the w***ehouse
and Marlene says,
"Man, you look like hell."
And Orson chewing on a chocolate bar
as the lights go on in the old Blue Star Hotel.
"Read my future," says old Orson,
"down inside the tea leaves of your cup."
She says, "You ain't got no future, Hank,
I do believe your future's all used up."
Why don't you touch me any more?
Why don't you touch me any more?
Why do you run away and hide?
You know it hurts me deep inside.
Why do you close the bedroom door?
This is a brutal little war.
What good is all this fighting for,
If you don't touch me...any more?
Won't someone roll the credits
on twenty years of love turned dark and wrong?
Not a Technicolor love film, it's a brutal documentary;
It's film noir.
And it's all played out on a borderline,
and the actors are tragically miscast,
Like a Mexican burlesque show
where the characters are wearing comic masks.
"Oh, it's love and love alone," I cry
to the barman in this Juarez waterhole,
As we raise a glass to Orson
and the touch of evil living in our souls.
Why don't you touch me any more?
Why don't you touch me any more?
Why do you run away and hide?
You know it hurts me deep inside.
Why do you close the bedroom door?
This is a brutal little war.
What good is all this fighting for,
If you don't touch me...any more?
-Lobo | 9/2/2004 | OK!
I updated it with the version I play.
Deacon Dave
-deacondave2 | 9/2/2004 |
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on 11/21/03 
