Paris

Paris I’ve loved you
But I must leave you.
It really is a lovely city,
I do have to admit it.
I’ve been so drunk
On music or love,
On shrooms or widow,
But never felt the joy
Of your eternal home.
There’s so many girls,
self-confident-skinny girls
That everything seem to know.
Then there are men
By their balls chased,
They only desire women
But get lost in their own game.
Everyone is so scared
Of the one they face,
It makes me cry as I fade
Into the lines of Albert.
Culture is pretty good around here
But no one wants to hear about it.
The bars are fun sometimes
But beer prices are way too high,
And go on and make an attempt
To get into one of those trains.
Oh man, I’ve known so much here,
Poverty, misery, excess and beauty
Happy hours, late walks, moonlight talks
The exotic side of the unfriendly,
Thought of going on a break
Found true love instead.
You could find some romance
But time only gives you a glance,
Beauty in you truly lies
Oh but leave you I must
Before you break my mind,
With all these city lies
Empty and absent eyes.

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