Description
What this song is really about is not what you think it is really about.
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Lyrics
You know what they say
It always turns out that way
It's OK
It's not your day
It's not your play
All those years in Paris
Did they mean anything to you at all?
Was it worth it, baby?
Did you have your fun
S'il vous plait
I'm just a stray
I'm just a fray
Don't hate the gray
Don't fly away
All those years in Paris
Did they mean anything to you at all?
Was it worth it, baby?
Or did the twenty and one casualties
Ruin all your fun?
When the deed was done?
When you lost the one?
You know what they say
It always turns out that way
You make an impression
On those who remain
The ones left to explain