Promises of Paris Songtext
von Sylvie Lewis

He was sitting by the exit sign
I should′ve walked right past him
I accepted the invitation
Though I never would have asked him
He was drowning the future in the past
Pouring out promises of Paris in every glass
All the women there are beautiful
But the men can be quite rude
There's magic floating in the air
And sex appeal in the food
Nowhere else comes close, though other cities try
It was hard to tell the promises of Paris from the lies
Trains came and went, days began to slow
Dreams from the bottle never let go
Leave it all ′til later, tomorrow is a gem Promises are empty
I don't have room for them
Je ne pourrai pas l'aimer plus
Me crois quand je dit
Si j′avais restée
Je me reperdu avec lui
If you′re lonely and afraid of what you'll miss
You can find promises of Paris in any kiss
Now he blames me for his ruin
I′m the woman behind his failings
He commiserates with barroom girls
In between his jailings
But I bet you, when he drinks himself to death
In his last words, there will be promises of Paris on his breath