Текст песни The Bacon Brothers - Paris
The Bacon Brothers - Paris слова песни
Written by Kevin Bacon Strings written and arranged by Michael Bacon "A guide book for the paranoid." KB I`m in Paris, won`t be here long But after all it`s Paris, guess I`d better write a song It`s so wonderful, so magical, so romantic Note to self to change that line, it`s too pedantic But it`s Paris, I`ve come so far I`ve made it all the way from the bed To my guitar You can call me doom and gloom There ain`t no way I`m stepping outside the hotel room I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner A prisoner of 424 Brought a girl to Paris, she didn`t like the food She said the time change was killing her The waiters were rude But if she was here now, she`d make this all go away She`d say baby let`s pretend we`re not in Paris for the day I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner A prisoner in room 424 I should visit Saint-Germain des Pres Take a walk, down the Champs Elysees But this room is the only place to hide From the gargoyles, waiting just outside I`m in Paris, I see angels in the wall I hear Arabians running in the hall See I`m in this room and this room is who I am And if you don`t like that I don`t` give A good God Notre Dame I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner I`m terrified of what`s outside beyond that door I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner A big strong guy like me, imagine that I`m a prisoner, I`m a prisoner A prisoner of quatre deux qua