Paris lyrics ( Kadison Joshua )
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Ezra was an old man. He lived by the
sea. Watching himself getting older, with no
family. Cassie was a pretty one, a bar tender
by trade. She had a daughter with big green
eyes. She called her Jade. They met each other
in the park while Jade was on a swing. On a
bench underneath a tree, they talked about
everything. And she said, "Sometimes I get so
scared, and I don't know why." She reached for
the old man's hand and she began to cry. And he
said, "It ain't no crime, it ain't no
crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes. It ain't no crime, it ain't no
crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes." The he said, "I was gonna be a
painter, gonna paint my masterpiece. I spent
my whole life dreamin'. Now they're my only
memories. And I was gonna live in Paris,
France. Now my body's fallin' apart. I could
be a Pable Picasso if delusion were an
art." And she said, "That sounds lovely.
Paris, France. Just sayin' those words kinda
makes me wanna dance. Do you wanna
dance?" It ain't no crime, it ain't no
crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes. It ain't no crime, it ain't no
crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes. They'd meet there every Sunday in
the park at noon. Ezra would get there early
to buy Jade a red balloon. And Cassie'd tell
him all about her awful luck with men. She'd
say, "Wish I could meet a guy like you but
they'll never make you again." And Jade
would fall asleep in Ezra's lap there in the
park while Cassie's still be talkin' a long
time after dark. It ain't no crime, it ain't
no crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes. It ain't no crime, it ain't no
crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes. One Sunday afternoon, no Ezra, no
red balloon. Just a friend of his who said,
"Ezra passed away and he wanted me to bring
this letter to you today." Well, it was two
tickets to Paris. And a note that read, "Thank
you for the dance. My dearest Cassie, you were
my Paris, France." It ain't no crime, it ain't
no crime. Everybody gets a little bit lonely
sometimes.
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