PIGALLE (Robert J. Purvis)
Ladies of Pigalle as they stand in the doorways
Dance to the music that fills up the cafés
Come buy me, come try me
They want to make love every night
Was there where I met her in
some dim lit alley
A brown-eyed young girl with the look of intention
She saw me, I saw her
For me it was love at first sight
Pigalle, Pigalle
Why not come to Pigalle?
You will always find time for a mademoiselle
It's the part of París that'll always stay close to my heart
Pigalle, Pigalle
Oh, what tales you can tell
Of the secrets you keep and the sin that you sell
Behind every door is a story that's waiting to start
Next time you're in Paris and feel like a wonder
Go down to Pigalle for a glance and a ponder
Observe the young ladies that linger outside every night
You need not be rich but you have to have money
A night to remember, may be sad or funny
Some say: "c'est la vie, here's to you, here's to me, here's to life"
Pigalle, Pigalle
Why not come to Pigalle?
You will always find time for a mademoiselle
It's the part of París that'll always stay close to my heart
Pigalle, Pigalle
Oh, what tales you can tell
Of the secrets you keep and the sin that you sell
Behind every door is a story that's waiting to start
©1979
lyrics transcribed by Tom Brennan, corrections thanks to Bill Thompson