Cliché

We've got honeyed notes and smoky bars Tickling ivories and old guitars A saxophone that wails with glee The classic jazz in melody Here comes the girl with a velvet voice Singing heartache as her soulful choice There's always rain on the windowpane And metaphors about the pain It's a jazz song, can't you hear Every cliché crystal clear From the moonlit nights to the lover's kiss All wrapped up in this old-time bliss Walking bass lines, tapping feet City nights with scattered beat There's a moaning trumpet in the air Lost romance, a weary affair Oh the clichés come alive Scatting lines with no surprise The same old rhymes and same old tune Dancing under that blue moon Finger snaps, the smoky speakeasy feel A midnight stroll, a lingering appeal Love's always lost, but not so deep It's all just jazz, we play to keep It's a jazz song, can't you hear Every cliché crystal clear From the moonlit nights to the lover's kiss All wrapped up in this old-time bliss It's a jazz song, can't you hear Every cliché crystal clear From the moonlit nights to the lover's kiss All wrapped up in this old-time bliss