paroles de chanson It's Too Late (Radio Broadcast, Remastered) - New York Dolls

Got the invitation to that seventies expose
But how she ever gonna love you when she can′t parlez vous your Francais
You know that she can't stop dancin′ and that's just about to make you scream
When you where actin' so damn fine, you tryin′ hard not to be so mean
And you′re tryin' to tell me
Ow
That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it′s too late
It's too too late
I told you a thousand times, baby, it′s too late
That's when I saw your mama, and she′s the blonde queen of the prom
And you're the little heiress to the kingdom from the flesh right down to the bone
'Cause I saw you last night, darlin′, on the midnight flight to the stars
But you spend most your time in the powder room where you chit chat with Diana Dors
And you tryin, to tell her
Ow
That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it′s too late
It's too too late
I told you a thousand times, but baby, it′s too late
You invite us up to that B-trip (?) but that's nothing new on me
That reminds me of problems back in 1933
Now, you were here when they crashed on down and the geckos (?) got smacked up
And now all of God′s children, they gettin' what they want
When they get the ticket
Ow Ow
That how many times I gotta tell, baby, it′s too late
It's too too late
I told you a thousand times, but baby, it's too late