After The Fire Stuck In Paris
Reading signs to try and find a line where I don’t know
Stopped me in my stride as I decide where I should go
An old friend I’ve never seen before calls me from the
door
Or is it the law?
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I’m stuck in Paris feeling low
I didn’t catch your name
N-n-no it’s all a game!
Step inside my friend and feast your eyes on French
cuisine
Be a friend with a trend from old Paree, it’s not obscene
(he said!)
Cindy smiles and says politely that I’m just “Peaches and
cream”!
Nowhere to run, nowhere to go
I’m stuck in Paris feeling low
I didn’t catch your name
N-n-no it’s all a game!
She poured a drink my senses sink, I think I’m not aware
Blind lead blind in a hopeless game of two man solitaire
Thank you sir, my mind’s made up,
I’m sorry please don’t think I care — but give me some
air!!
Nowhere to run — nowhere to go!
