(Andrew Lloyd Webber/Don Black/Christopher Hampton) from the musical, Sunset Boulevard With one look I can break your heart With one look I can
boulevard star think of El callejero, el twin, el pistolero Estoy vijilando y cruisin con el fierro Ha-Ha! oye whatcha the boulevard gottcha Chueco fresa cualkiera que mancha Boulevard
know how I walk this empty street On the boulevard of broken dreams Today is gonna be the day That they're gonna throw it back to you I walk this empty street On the boulevard
Spending my time thinking of you I just can't seem to get it through. Everything's o.k. when you're around me way way down deep inside Givin' way to
's got ole jackies soul Down on beegis corner there are good ole boys And the mother fletcher's makin lotsa noise chorus: they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Fortunes were made and lost in lifetimes Mother earth took poison in her soil. An electro cruiser coasted towards the exit And turned on Peaceful Valley Boulevard
sun Oh, seems like I'm always on my own Seems like I'm never coming home Seems like I'm always on my All the stars and boulevards ain't close enough
'd come, she didn't I'm the one in love, she isn't There's no girl standing there And there's no one who cares And the trees are so bare On the Boulevard
You take it slow maybe you've got it all under controll just wait and see save yourself from the ego in me you blaim me for every damn time that I couldn
I, I wish I had a super model so skinny and so wild And a waitress in Nevada, she says she's carrying my child Well I'd drive down Sunset Boulevard,
rather be ridin' than walkin' While all you loud mouth niggas keep talkin' All you high paid niggas stay fly I'ma slide left, fly right on by I'ma do it on the boulevard
Some wonder, some filter, some trip to pass the time Just ask him and he'll tell you ain't nothing better than a desparate mind I'm in love with a widow
I tell you every street's a boulevard in Old New York Every street's a highway of your dreams It's a thrill to shop on 34th Street Or down in Union Square
THE BOULEVARD OF BROKEN DREAMS WRITERS HARRY WARREN, AL DUBIN I walk along the street of sorrow The boulevard of broken dreams Where gigolo and gigolette
all line the boulevarde she shows her hand and says, "please take a card" bouquets and lace a femme fatale face she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde
Still I'll enjoy a hearty meal Before tomorrrow's execution Sunset Boulevard, ruthless boulevard Destination for the stony-hearted Sunset Boulevard, lethal boulevard Everyone's forgotten how they started Here on Sunset Boulevard
) (Upon the boulevard) On the boulevard (On the boulevard, on the boulevard) You And it's me On the boulevard (On the boulevard, on the boulevard) You