Weekend In Paris کے بول

All the flights were grounded, so I headed for the homeward sign Didn't think to call you, I had my watch set on Parisien time There she was, her fingers in my house, lying on her back in my bed Wasn't what I'd hardly expected, and oh God I wish I were dead Chorus: I found her red heeled stilletoes, I watched them burn in my fire One weekend in Paris, I'm gone for good All her clothes were scattered, her perfume hanging in the air Through the door her laughter, getting louder but you didn't care There it was, her lipstick, her make-up Her painted nails still touching your skin Could not believe what my eyes were watching, and oh God, will I ever win chorus I drove round till 4 a.m., had a cold coffee and then I made up my mind, my watch would stay on Parisien time She can keep her head on my pillow, she can watch my ceiling, my floor She can check herself in my mirror, 'cause I won't be doin' that no more chorus repeats 2x