Paris Blues

I wish I was a girl of sixteen

Be the queen of the magazine

I'd drive around in a great big car

I'd see the world as a great big dream

All night long you could hear me scream

Hear me scream

When you look around

When you look all around you

Can you believe the shape she's in

Look all around you

Can you believe the shape she's in

Know where I'm goin'

Can't remember where I've been

Know right where I'm goin'

Well I can't remember where I've been

Goin' to the city of love

Gonna start my life all over again, yeah

Once I was young

Now I'm gettin' old

Once I was warm, babe

Now I feel cold

Well I'm goin' overseas

Gonna grab me some of that gold