Paris blues

Well I wish I was a girl of sixteen,
Be the queen of the magazine.
Id drive around in a great big car.
Id 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 shes in?
Look all around you,
Can you believe the shape shes in?

Know where Im goin,
Cant remember where Ive been.
Know right where Im goin,
But I Cant remember where Ive been.
Goin to the city of love,
Gonna start my life all over again.

Once I was young,
Now Im gettin old.
Once I was warm,
Now I feel cold.
Well Im goin overseas,
Gonna grab me some of that gold.