The Boulevard of Broken Dreams
The boulevard of Broken dreams From the album Adaptations by Angel Tierno. At the boulevard of broken dreams lives this girl, called Norma Jeane, platinum blond hair and tender white skin. Ardent mouth with lips so red, number 5 Channel for dress, with a face out of moon-light beams. Along the boulevard of broken dreams still provoke earthquakes...... her hips, and there'll be a toast yet for her... tomorrow. When the Yankees roar for DiMaggio Brush in hand, dear Andy Warhol, paint a face of Marilyn Monroe. She escaped from a prison of love, One delirium of drugs, from the American mainstream. Hollywood keeps her heart much alive Who would know how to smile the way she smiled on screen! Through the boulevard of broken dreams inconsolable fans still beg for kisses from their great blonde muse. Gentlemen... still prefer blondes! worshipers pray as holy response for that Blonde bombshell with short fuse. Across the boulevard of broken dreams a simple cry... wets aged-old pics and her movies still move to tears. Birthday songs are not the same Since... Marilyn sang to J.F.K. while Arthur Miller scripts that and cheers. She escaped from a prison of love, one delirium of drugs, from the American mainstream. Hollywood keeps her heart much alive Who would know how to smile the way she smiled on screen! Instrumental Birthday songs are not the same since... Marilyn sang to J.F.K. while Arthur Miller scripts that and cheers She escaped from a prison of loves, One deliriums of drugs, from nights with no tomorrow Hollywood keeps her heart much alive Who would know how to smile Like Marilyn Monroe? From the boulevard... of Broken Dreams. Lyrics adaptation: Angel Velasco AKA: Angel Tierno
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At the boulevard of broken dreams lives this girl, called Norma Jeane,
platinum blond hair and tender white skin.
Ardent mouth with lips so red, number 5 Channel for dress,
with a face out of moon-light beams.
Along the boulevard of broken dreams still provoke earthquakes...... her hips,
and there'll be a toast yet for her... tomorrow. When the Yankees roar for DiMaggio
Brush in hand, dear Andy Warhol, paint a face of Marilyn Monroe.
She escaped from a prison of love, One delirium of drugs,
from the American mainstream. Hollywood keeps her heart much alive
Who would know how to smile the way she smiled on screen!
Through the boulevard of broken dreams inconsolable fans still
beg for kisses from their great blonde muse. Gentlemen... still prefer blondes!
worshipers pray as holy response for that Blonde bombshell with short fuse.
Across the boulevard of broken dreams a simple cry... wets aged-old pics
and her movies still move to tears. Birthday songs are not the same
Since... Marilyn sang to J.F.K. while Arthur Miller scripts that and cheers.
She escaped from a prison of love, one delirium of drugs,
from the American mainstream. Hollywood keeps her heart much alive
Who would know how to smile the way she smiled on screen!
Birthday songs are not the same since... Marilyn sang to J.F.K.
while Arthur Miller scripts that and cheers
She escaped from a prison of loves, One deliriums of drugs,
from nights with no tomorrow Hollywood keeps her heart much alive
Who would know how to smile Like Marilyn Monroe?
From the boulevard... of Broken Dreams.
