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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Baccara
Baccara
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rolf Soja
Rolf Soja
Composer
Frank Dostal
Frank Dostal
Lyrics

Lyrics

Postcards from Amsterdam
Phone calls from Birmingham
To tell me only how you miss me
Received your telegram
Now you say, here I am
Oh, the way you hold, and kiss me
Oh, darling, darling, darling
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back when you've gone
I idolize, your magic eyes
And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do
Oh, darling, darling, darling
Leave a little a secret on the shelf
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back in for more
My fantasy runs fancy free
And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do
It's been a long, long time
And you and me will climb
The mountains and the hills of passion
Soft certain skin to skin
Oh, what a mood I'm in
Bewitched by one aggression
Darling, darling, darling
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back when you've gone
I idolize, your magic eyes
And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do
Oh, darling, darling, darling
Leave a little a secret on the shelf
Darling, darling, darling
So that you can come back in for more
My fantasy runs fancy free
And I imagine all the good things we can do, we can do
Oh darling, darling, darling
Leave a little love for later on
Darling, darling, darling
Written by: Frank Dostal, Rolf Soja
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