Duke Ellington Paris Blues
Left bank café, Strollin the quays, Watching the boats on the Seine come back again. Where is that girl I met, That girl that made me get those Paris blues and wonder? Why did I have to roam? I was so much at home, Ev'ry lovely evening in a cozy café, Sipping champagne along the main boulevards. She was so fine, just like the wine. Now ev'ry day is black. Please, someone, send her back so I can lose those Paris blues.
