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Correct Paris Lyrics
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Joshua Kadison
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Correct Paris
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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.
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