Paris Street - Folk Song 7 paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson Folk Song 7 - Paris Street




The show was a mess although others said that they disagreed
I thought the guitar was too low and my voice too weak
It took too long before my nerves finally went away
And I didn't open my eyes until the finally song was played
I went up to the bartender and ordered a pint of Bass
I hadn't drank or smoked at all so far and I knew that couldn't last
I saw you and you said that you were sorry
But you didn't catch the set
And I said that that was alright, it was probably for the best
There was nothing left to the night but seeing how it would end
I took a seat by the fountain next to you and your friend
And as the two of you talked I found I couldn't help but stare
At your eyes and your smile and the single 'dred' in your hair
When your friend went away you turned and leaned towards me
I leaned forward until my face was next to your cheek
And I must admit that I didn't hear a word that you said
I was too focused on wanting to kiss you instead
You said you were taken by surprise when I finally did
We left after all the bands were done and I took my cut
We walked to our cars and then kissed some more in the parking lot
You asked if I would mind at all if you spent the night
It was late, you were tired and your home was too long a drive
The lights from the neighbors' house were still on when we got home
Knowing they'd be awake, we crossed the street to say hello
They were all in the back bedroom and one of them was about to start
Cutting beans into lines using his frequent flyer card
After all introductions were made we all sat around the bed
And recalled past indiscretions over countless cigarettes
Stories never heard before and the ones told a thousand times
We made jokes and had fun and watched as they snorted their lines
But after a while all the smoke was hurting our eyes
So we made our way around the room
Giving hugs and saying our goodbyes
We crossed back over to my house and made our way inside
I said we could share the bed and I promised that I wouldn't bite
And I knew and you knew, we both hoped that I wasn't right



Writer(s): Carl Polgar


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