Entrou em um bar e pediu qualquer bebida de malte puro, torcendo para somente recobrar consiência quando alguma alma caridosa a acordasse.
Paris I love you, but you're bringing me down
Paris you're perfect, so please don't change a thing
In the neighborhood bars, I'd once dreamed I would drink
Like a death of the heart, Jesus, where do I start?
I'm like a rat in a cage.
Paris, I love you, but you're freaking me out.
Paris, I love you, but you're wasting my time.