And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And I'm a pain in women's clothes And you're a walking overdose in a great coat And so she

Oh Lord I feel fine today, I'm walking on cloud nine today. I'm over that line today, Happiness is finally mine today. I guess I'm just a lucky guy And I'm prepared to tell you why. It's strictly on account Of my sweet potato pie. I'm the fellow that she

'Cause I only lose my mind when I ain't got you I see you walking through the rain And I see the water covering your teardrops on your face And I know that I broke all your rules Oh, now you're looking at me, and I'm looking at you like a fool But, you

For how long, long I love my lover now (Feel it all over now, now, and I feel love) When you’re on my road walking me home Home, home, home, home See the flames inside my eyes It burns so bright I wanna feel your love No, easy baby, maybe I’m a liar But

I'm walking over I'm in this silence I'm in this, burning You're raising towers You were here for a while You come to me docile Tried to make sense of this By the time that I expressed That I had felt helpless

I’ll cover your eyes We are the walking dead I’ll cover the truth and you’ll realize Swallow the lies we’re fed We’re hanging by a thread And now I’m hating myself I’m hating myself I never should’ve shut you out Can anything bring us back to life

How many times I gotta tell that ass to come over? I'll fuck you right, have you walking from side to side How many times? Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I gotta? Light another for the bitches

Than to see you walk away from me Something told me it was over When I saw you and him talking Something deep down in my soul said "Cry boy" When I saw you and him out walking I would rather, I would rather go blind girl Than to see you walk away from me

Make believe that you don't see the tears Just let me grieve in private Cause each time I see you I break down and cry If you see me walking ddown the street And I start to cry each time we meet I just can't get over losing you and so if I seem broken

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be