Paris Lyrics

Ezra was an old man
He lived by the sea.
Watchin' himself gettin' older,
With no Family.
And Cassie was a pretty one,
A bartender by trade.
She had a daughter with big green eyes,
She called her Jade.
They met each other in the park,
While Jade was on a swing.
On a bench underneath a tree,
They talked about everything.
And she said, Sometimes I get so scared,
But I don't know why.
She reached for the old man's hand,
And she began to cry.
And he said,
It ain't no crime, It ain't no crime...
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, It ain't no crime...
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.

Then he said...
I was gonna be a painter,
Gonna paint my masterpiece.
I spent my whole life dreamin',
Now they're my only memories.
And I was gonna live in Paris, France
Now my body's fallin' apart.
I could be Pablo Picasso if dillusion were an art.
And she said,
"That sounds lovely... Paris, France
Just sayin' those words,
Kinda makes me wanna dance,
Do you wanna dance? "

It ain't no crime, It ain't no crime...
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.
It ain't no crime, It ain't no crime...
Everybody gets a little bit lonely sometimes.

They'd meet there every Sunday
In the park at noon.
Ezra would get there early
To buy Jade a red balloon.
And Cassie'd tell him all about
Her awful luck with men.
She's say, "Wish I could find a guy like you
But they'll never make you again. "
And Jade would fall asleep on Ezra's lap
There in the park.
While Cassie'd still be talkin' a long time after dark.

Everybody gets a little bit loney sometimes.

One Sunday afternoon,
No Ezra, No red balloon.
Just a friend of his who said,
"Ezra Passed Away.
And he wanted me to bring this letter to you today. "
Well it was 2 tickets to Paris and a note that read,
'Thank you for the dance...
My dearest Cassie,
You were my Paris, France. '

It ain't no crime, It ain't no crime...
Everybody gets a little bit loney sometimes.