Paris was a hot one. Dancing in circles with no one. Looking for peoples I got none. And I'm still the only one.
I'm sitting on the side street, eating bread and fresh meat. Sipping champagne in my bare feet. And I'm still alone.
I'm the girl with the broken heart. I'm not sure where to start. Wondering how I got this far. Hoping to be a rock star.
Holding my guitar. Playing in dive bars, I got dirty hands. Trying to make a living, but I can't figure out what it takes to be a better woman.
I am waiting back stage. Trying to get my thoughts to rearrange. Don't know if I got game. I'm not sure of his real age.
Want to try and hang with you. Only in town till afternoon. Not sure if it's really true. Want to speak, but I'm not sure what to do.
I'm the girl with the broken heart. I'm not sure where to start. Wondering how I got this far. Hoping to be a rock star.
Holding my guitar. Playing in dive bars, I got dirty hands. Trying to make a living, but I can't figure out, what it takes to be a better woman.
On the bus and out of town. Paris was not the dream I had. Too many thoughts inside my head. On the road to the next town, I said.
Paris was a hot one. We didn't dance. Didn't speak, not once, not a chance. Onto the next city to try my luck. To meet someone soon, I hope.
I'm the girl with the broken heart. I'm not sure where to start. Wondering how I got this far. Hoping to be a rock star.
Holding my guitar. Playing in dive bars, I got dirty hands. Trying to make a living, but I can't figure out , what it takes to be a better woman.
I saw his face everywhere. Sipping champagne as he stares. We'll always have Paris. I'll go back and look for him there.