The trouble with you

Don’t you know the trouble with you
Is that you can’t find the trouble with me
You grab my hand as if it fits perfectly into yours
Like we’re meant to be

You’ve never had such an unchained night
Down by the river and the neon lights
I’ve been here many times
I’ve loved this way
‘Til the sunrise

You know, they keep sayin’
The Danube is blue
But where I’m from we all know
It’s not true

I know just how to taste your kind
You’re the man that keeps this town alive
From your pockets, the doves will fly
And you’ll pay them to fly high

Well, this boulevard was built for fools
Old romantics and prostitutes
And the business it runs on your worn-out dreams is
Filthier than it seems

You know, they keep talkin’
The Danube ain’t blue
And where I’m from we all know
It’s not true, no
It’s not true, no
It’s not true, no
It’s not true, no

And you say you like what you see
Now you say you like what you see
Now you say you like what you see
Well, my dear
What you see is not me
What you see is not me
What you see is not me