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Paris - Lyrics by Kadison Joshua


Lyrics
Ezra was an old man. He lived by the sea.
Watching himself getting older, with no family.
Cassie was a pretty one, a bar tender 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, and 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 lonely sometimes."
The he said, "I was gonna be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece.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 a Pable Picasso if delusion were an 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 lonely 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'd say, "
Wish I could meet a guy like you but they'll never make youagain."
And Jade would fall asleep in Ezra's lap there in the parkwhile Cassie's still be talkin' a long time after dark.
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 lonely sometimes.
One Sunday afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon.
Just a friend of his who said, "
Ezra passed awayand he wanted me to bring this letter to you today."
Well, it was two 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 lonely sometimes.

Book: Shattered Sighs