Paris — текст песни (Joshua Kadison)

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 loney sometimes.

Then he said...
I was gonna be a painter,
gonna paint my masterpeice.
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 in 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 loney 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.