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Артист: Kadison JoshuaНазвание : ParisДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h p h Видео:
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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. | Похожие исполнители:
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