Paris in 21, at 21 Paris in 21, at 21 Paris in 21, at 21
Sweet mirrored illusions Keeping on rolling along Between the past and the present All that’s felt in an old song
Than lovers were younger than I They never let their chance go by They believed what we would call a lie
Would have been there But I wasn’t born Would have had the time of my life Would have sinned there ‘Cause that’s when sin Was cheating on your wife Not like today, it’s all okay, ole, ole
Sweet mirrored illusions On an old mirrored bed In a hotel in Paris Wishing time wasn’t dead
Took a train instead of speed Took Colette and Proust to read Let down my guard and made Friends with Lou Reed
Should have been there But I wasn’t born Would have had the time of my life Would have sinned there ‘Cause that’s when sin Was cheating on your wife Not like today, it’s all okay, ole, ole
Paris in 21, at 21 Paris in 21, at 21
Sweet mirrored illusions They all end here Some settle for champagne Some hunger for beer
Boats sail for distant shores You always want what isn’t yours Off to see the wizard because Because, just because Because would have been there
But I wasn’t born Would have had the time of my life Would have sinned there ‘Cause that’s when sin was cheating on your wife
Would have been there, but I wasn’t born Would have been the toast of the town Would have sinned there ‘Cause that’s when sin was…