Bananarama Tokyo Joe Lyrics
My girl friday she no square
She like lotus blossom in her hair
Be-bop records and something new
Sometimes borrowed but she´s never blue
Oh no... not tokyo joe
Way past midnight - she not home
She cut the ice down the danger zone
Water-tight dresses - she don´t care
A trifle risqu, a tart, no sir...
Oh no... sounds like tokyo joe
Geisha girl show you she adore you
Two oriental eyes implore you
Femme fatale or ingenue?
She very cunning, fiendish clever
Geisha girl suffer many times a fool
When all the world´s a stage, oh where are you?
Tokyo rose on the radio
Or diz ´n bird puttin´ on the moan
Tappin´ out telexes to tupelo
Dear john, doh ray me fah so?
Let´s go... call for tokyo joe
Walkin´ tall down the danger zone
She hokey-cokey till the cows come home
Big shot - from the hip - neon cool
Say, when you´ve been around, what´s left to do?
Don´t know? ask tokyo joe
So inscrutable her reply
Ask no question and tell me no lie
Gi boys howlin´ out for more
Vip´s purrin´ je t´adore...
Ah so... that´s tokyo joe
Thanks to Momentum for submitting Tokyo Joe Lyrics.