Bon Soir, Bon Soir

It's beach blanket bingo
 At the end of the day
 And his eyes are like wading pools
 And his feet are like clay
 And he drifts through the crowd
 They all know who he is
 They have seen him before
 He's just a friend of his
 Oh, get out of the car
 Bon soir, bon soir
 Now his prey's on the gentle
 Like a bully or a jerk
 He may call you at home
 Or he may call you at work
 Manipulate your conscience
 Is his own private game
 You can drive him around
 'Til he drives you insane
 Get out of the car
 Bon soir, bon soir
 Ya-da-ya-da...
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 Now it's not like he's stupid
 He's as smart as a whip
 As the bottle grows empty
 He will tighten his grip
 And he senses that you're weaker
 And it's not even noon
 Every moment with him
 Is a moment too soon
 Get out of the car
 Bon soir, bon soir
 What a penis you are
 Bon soir, bon soir