Take Me to Paris

Take me to Paris
Pink light bulbs
In a little apartment
Above a bakery
Where we can wrap ourselves
In the scent
Of the newly made baguettes

Take me to Paris
Where we can dance
Wearing our wedding attire
On the worn-out floors
While whores downstairs
Put on airs to look better
For better quality gentlemen
That might be interested
In sampling what they have
To offer

Take me to Paris
Where I can wear ugly shoes
As I walk down the street
Meeting friends for lunch
At restaurants where we gossip
About people who aren't living in Paris
People without our flare for living
Dare to say their names loudly
Knowing they're not nearby
Wondering why

We ever befriended them
In the first place

Take me to Paris
Where my troubles will melt
But not like lemon drops
Like hot wax on a bare chest
Nestled in on a cozy day
Getting a good lay on a Sunday
And not having to pay
Like the better quality gentlemen

Take me to Paris
Where I won't have a care
Take me all the way
And then leave me there