Paris Blues

Well I wish I was girl of sixteen

Be the queen of a 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'

But I can't remember where I've been

Goin' to the city of love

Gonna start my life 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