Strutting Through the Stars by Hugo Costin Lyrics

(Verse One)
The beaches are empty
And the stars are fading out
The petals we picked
Are rising from the ground
I might talk like a clown
But I believe your shoulders would fit right in at the Louvre
Your sighs could be taught at the Sorbonne

(Chorus)
I'm strutting through the stars
When your arm's in my arm

(Verse Two)
The cowboys with their lassoes
Could never get a hold of me and you
The catchers of butterflies
Could never claim a prize of you and I