Текст песни: Kadison Joshua - Paris
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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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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