"Bernadette" lyrics

"Bernadette"

Whoa. I got time on my hands tonight
You're the girl of my dreams
When I'm near you my future seems bright
Ooh. I want you to be my girl
I want you to be my movie
I am Sal Mineo and I need you so
Sweet Bernadette

Whoa. You got style from your hair to your heels
Though my words may be jumbled
Still I'm telling you just how it feels
I love you

I love you
And the breeze that wraps around you

Satin summer nights
Satin summer nights
A girl I can't forget

Whoa. You're the smile of the moon
Bernadette

Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well-a well I'm home
Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well-a well I'm home

Wop, wop. Wop, wop
Come with me
There's a place I want you to see

When the leaves are dark
I've got a hiding place in Central Park
And the sky is a coat of diamonds

There's a wooden cross over my bed
The city is lit with candles
They're shining for you Bernadette

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Ooh ooh, Bernadette

Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well-a well I'm home
Dom, dom, dom, doo
Well-a well I'm home

Wop, wop, wop, wop, wop


Writer(s): Paul Simon, Derek Walcott
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