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Joshua Kadison

Genres: Pop

Paris Lyrics - Joshua Kadison

Ezra was an old man 

He lived by the sea. 

Watchin' himself gettin' older, 

With no Family. 

And Cassie was a pretty one, 

A bartender 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, 

But 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. 

 

Then 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 Pablo Picasso if dillusion 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's say, "Wish I could find a guy like you 

But they'll never make you again." 

And Jade would fall asleep on Ezra's lap 

there in the park. 

While Cassie'd still be talkin' a long time after dark. 

 

Everybody gets a little bit loney 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 2 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 loney sometimes.