Songtext von Paris Blues

I wish I was a girl of sixteen Be the queen of the magazine I'll drive around in a great big car I'll have a chauffeur like a movie star And all night long you could hear me scream! When you look all around, can you believe the shape she's in? When you look all around, can you believe the shape she's in? Look all around, can you believe the shape she's in? Know where I'm goin' can't remember where I've been Know right where I'm goin' can't remember where I've been Goin' to the city of love, gonna start my life all over again Once I was young now I'm gettin'old Once I was warm, now I feel cold Well, I'm goin' overseas, gonna grab me some of that gold