Текст Saint Etienne – Avenue

Ooh… young heart, ooh… young heart…

Pass me the suitcase, baby, I know it’s not that easy and
Give me my mirror, love, just give me back my memories
And oh, oh, how many years, is it now Maurice?

Ooh… young heart, ooh… young heart
Ooh… young heart, and ooh… the clown’s no good

And I was half-asleep, and riding on a slow-coach
I think I lose all these things still meaning I’m not holy
And oh, oh, your honey-dish, oh, it’s on my list

Ooh… young heart, ooh… young heart
Ooh… young heart, and ooh… the clown’s no good
Ooh… young heart, ooh… young heart
Ooh… young heart, ooh… young heart
And ooh… the clown’s no good, and ooh… the clown’s no good
(And then I shall go back to Maurice)
And ooh… the clown’s no good