Lost In a Waltz
Take me back to Paris,
but not for tea.
If only to get lost...
in Dimitri's 2nd Waltz.
It's the New Year,
and a time to come in-done,
we'll be dancin' just as one...
out in the street.
Someone to meet,
I'm there to greet her,
on the run...
being just a bum, like Charlie.
I'll take my place,
at a table in the round...
with a flower in a vase,
upon the lace.
A show of violets,
of purple, red and white,
we'll have a little chase...
of wine.
Together, we'll be fine,
enjoy the weather.
And we'll dance it all...
upon the cobble stones.
I'll be your soldier boy,
and you will be my queen.
Your lovely dress of white,
and your golden hair.
We'll toast the town,
and we'll dance it all around.
Just to get lost in Dimitri's 2nd Waltz..
all in good time.
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