me, it's absolutely me; And why? One guy. This irresistible Paris original I'm wearing tonight, I'm wearing tonight 'Specially for him. This irresistible Paris
folks dream no more The books have gone to sleep, the piano's out of tune The little cat is dead and no more do they sing On a Sunday afternoon The old
I fell asleep on your sofa and had a dream About a small child in dungarees Who caught his hands in the doors of the Paris metro Then my face cracked
and roll my pair of Dice (yeah) Infectious, I'm passed on like a parasite (ha) I've seen the Eiffel Tower and all the Paris sites But comin back home,
in Paris, in Paris I remember the men, I remember the houses in Paris His station nearby, I was his afternoons We didn't mind, we shared everything, everything, Paris
a flower stall A bunch of bright forget-me-nots Was all I let you buy me Once upon a summertime just like today We laughed the happy afternoon away And
keep a hold of your hand. And ordering a coffee that I wouldn't ever drink. Just to keep you and Paris on my mind, just to keep you and Paris on my mind
Its just a lazy rock and roll radio Sunday afternoon Youve been gone for days Moms got cops looking out for you Were just laying on the couch Watching
surrounded by fools Degenerates and phoneys I suffer a constant bombardment of nonsense from all sides When central control render me surplus to requirements My imprint is relocated to the ruins of Paris
beside a little flower stall a bunch of bright forget-me-nots was all I'd let you buy me once upon a summertime, just like today we laughed the happy afternoon
dancer, shes tight with bouncers, she says they got her back until they get her back so put some candles out. ive got nothing to lose, for paris afternoons
sprawling The city lights move out and on and on Out there in the halo of the skyline My guardian angel looks down upon me Fall tonight sweet Paris
all Sunday afternoon It's a sunny day in my living room I've got the greys, and I've got the blues Of Sunday afternoons We saw a movie Shot in Paris
girlfriend Wherever you are is where I'd like to be Waking up alone and knowing how I'm gonna spend the day In cd racks and Java Jacks The afternoon
Paris, Champagne spilling out of my oui oui (wee wee), Pardon my French, the je ne sais quoi got me on cloud 9, We finna take off, Paris was a tease
Joanne comes around with a radio and absinthe We start the afternoon with polish xmas songs on shortwave She laughs as we burn the first shot, the green