still reeling from last night's activities
too many friends, too much wine
and this cab is moving too slowly down parc avenue
it’s 3 pm, Paris time
still feeling some kind of magic
didn't sleep at all last night
stayed up and watched her move
in her green dress and ivory shoes
now you see it coming now you see it now
you cannot even imagine what it feels like
better now than never to know the back of your head
was i only a friend
that’s who i am that’s who I am
every road we walk leads to a dead-end
full of lovers just loving you until the end
full of lovers just loving you until you’re dead
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