One day youíre here
the next day youíre gone
but the earth keeps turning between the right and the wrong
it was good for a short time
but now itís hard on the head
and I know how you would rather be somewhere else instead

A pleasure to see you
a pleasure to see you go
a pleasure to know you
pleasure to show you the door
bonsoir, bonsoir merci
comment ca va, merci

Lovers like you
are such a danger to me
because you see right through this transparency
you make your last stand
        - Iím not standing for this
you deal your deals
        - thatís only how you see it
and you say that if it hurts then it must be real

A pleasure to see youÖ

© Lyrics/music: Fraser/Francis/traditional