Paris — текст песни (The Bacon Brothers)

Written by Kevin Bacon
Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon

"A guide book for the paranoid." KB

I`m in Paris, won`t be here long
But after all it`s Paris, guess I`d better write a song
It`s so wonderful, so magical, so romantic
Note to self to change that line, it`s too pedantic

But it`s Paris, I`ve come so far
I`ve made it all the way from the bed
To my guitar
You can call me doom and gloom
There ain`t no way I`m stepping outside the hotel room

I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door
I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
A prisoner of 424

Brought a girl to Paris, she didn`t like the food
She said the time change was killing her
The waiters were rude
But if she was here now, she`d make this all go away
She`d say baby let`s pretend we`re not in Paris for the day

I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door
I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
A prisoner in room 424

I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres
Take a walk, down the Champs Elysees
But this room is the only place to hide
From the gargoyles, waiting just outside

I`m in Paris, I see angels in the wall
I hear Arabians running in the hall
See I`m in this room and this room is who I am
And if you don`t like that I don`t` give
A good God Notre Dame

I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door
I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
A big strong guy like me, imagine that
I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner
A prisoner of quatre deux qua