To Paris (With Regrets)

Oh I’ll never will see Paris, but I hear you’re living there
Won’t you tell me what I missed
Put in it a kiss and a letter that you sent from there
I hope it gets here soon, cause I won’t live another moon
If that’s Jesus with my bells, tell him to keep knock knocking till I get my
mail
From Paris …
Oh I’ll never will see Paris, I’ll walk the Pal de Rue
The closest that I came, was the scent of the lilies in your perfume
Oh, how they fill the room, while I was staring at the wall
When you had me on the floor, rubbing my back with alcohol
From Paris …
If Paris is a place with no worries or pain, put my photo in your pocket
Throw my soul in the sands, wherever it may flow
High above or down below
On a starry night, set me free, all that ain’t love
Have mercy on me
All I wish I could play Paris, at bricktops Monaco
Drink all night at the Rue town
With the Poets and Painters at Moncanas
And wherever man, New York or woodland
There’ll be some fine little mama
Right there believe it man
In Paris…
If I went to Paris, what you think that I’ll find
A whole lot of women like you, who ain’t never satisfied
Or is it like Texas, where the Horizon never falls
And the nights are long, and my soul is free
Hmm, if that ain’t love, have mercy on me
Oh I’ll never will see Paris, but I hear you’re living there
Won’t you tell me what I missed
Put in it a kiss and a letter that you sent from there
I hope it gets here soon, I won’t live another moon
I heard Jesus with my bell
Tell him to keep knock knocking till I get my mail
From Paris…
From Paris, whoo