(b. davis, d. wolf)
Gone and got the blues in paris,
Paris blues called azure-te.
How can I be blue in paris?
Easy, ’cause you’re far away.
Can’t lose this blues,
This azure-te.
Moments, springtime, eiffel tower,
Funny taxes, kids at play.
Paris without you is lonesome,
Yearning more and more each day.
Can’t lose this blues,
This azure-te.
~interlude~
If you knew how much I need you,
You’d come back to me to stay.
Having you with me in paris
Really is the only way
To lose this blues,
This azure-te.
Can’t lose this blues,
This azure-te.
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