Paris Blues

Well I wish I was girl of sixteen
Be the queen of a magazine
I'd drive around in a great big car
I'd see the world as a great big dream
And all night long you could hear me scream
Hear me scream

When you look around
When you look all around you
Can you believe the shape she's in?
Look all around you
Can you believe the shape she's in?

Know where I'm going
Can't remember where I've been
Know right where I'm going
But I can't remember where I've been
Going to the city of love
Gonna start my life over again, yeah

Once I was young, now I'm getting old
Once I was warm, babe, now I feel cold
Well, I'm going overseas
Gonna grab me some of that gold