Don’t Go Back To Paris lyrics by Remy Bond
Sally’s in the doorway
Always one foot off the ground
Asking for some resurgence
Of an old American sound
Don’t go back to Paris
Don’t make me jealous
Don’t go back to Paris
Won’t tell your parents
Flying high and burning off the roof
Trash the hotel and the living room
Nothing good happens after dark, oh no
Sad but you’re living the good life
Just got access to your six-four-five
Sally, it’s just campus life, oh no
‘Cause it’s easy come, easy go
Meet me at the party
Easy come, easy go
I’m here with Bacardi
Easy come, easy go
At me with your body
Easy come easy go
Don’t go back to Paris
Don’t make me jealous
Don’t go back to Paris
Won’t tell your parents
Sally’s leaving on a jet plane
Cut her hair and changed her name
She’s never not one for the limelight
‘Cause nothing’s sweeter than champagne
‘Cause It’s easy come, easy go
Crashing the Bugatti
Speed it up, take it slow
Glitter glitterati
Little high, little low
Charge it to your daddy
Easy come, easy go
Don’t go back to Paris
Don’t make me jealous
Don’t go back to Paris
Won’t tell your parents
They say it’s all in my head?
But it’s much more than a feeling
Forget about your sleeping
Don’t let him catch you dreaming
I’m stuck up on a feeling
But it’s all in my head
It’s all in my head
Sally said I used to go to my friends
Little blue holiday house
In the passenger seat and
Now I’m working here
Won’t you take a trip with me
Atlantic city or Rockaway Beach