Paris Blues

I wish I was a girl of 16 Be the queen of the magazine I'd drive around in a great big car I'd see the world as a great big dream And all night long, you could hear me scream Hear me scream When you look around When you look all around you Can you believe the shape she's in? Look all around you Can you believe the shape she's in? Know where I'm goin' Can't remember where I've been Know right where I'm goin' Well, I can't remember where I've been Goin' to the city of love Gonna start my life all over again, yeah Once I was young Now I'm gettin' old Once I was warm, babe Now I feel cold Well, I'm goin' overseas Gonna grab me some of that gold