Bacon Brothers - Paris Lyrics
Written by kevin baconStrings written and arranged by michael baconA guide book for the paranoid. kbIm in paris, wont be here longBut after all its paris, guess Id better write a songIts so wonderful, so magical, so romanticNote to self to change that line, its too pedanticBut its paris, Ive come so farIve made it all the way from the bedTo my guitarYou can call me doom and gloomThere aint no way Im stepping outside the hotel roomIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerIm terrified of whats outside beyond that doorIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerA prisoner of 424Brought a girl to paris, she didnt like the foodShe said the time change was killing herThe waiters were rudeBut if she was here now, shed make this all go awayShed say baby lets pretend were not in paris for the dayIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerIm terrified of whats outside beyond that doorIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerA prisoner in room 424I should visit saint-germain des presTake a walk, down the champs elyseesBut this room is the only place to hideFrom the gargoyles, waiting just outsideIm in paris, I see angels in the wallI hear arabians running in the hallSee Im in this room and this room is who I amAnd if you dont like that I dont giveA good God notre dameIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerIm terrified of whats outside beyond that doorIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerA big strong guy like me, imagine thatIm a prisoner, Im a prisonerA prisoner of quatre deux qua
