Paris

You are the cup of orange juice I use to
Swallow down the pills
The perfect vehicle of fruity taste and
You've got me fooled
They gonna talk about us someday
At the end of the 6 o'clock news
I hope they write about our bodies
In the newspaper movie reviews
Me and my lover come between
Each other, he says,
"If I had her, I don't think
I could love her."
Everything I've said to him I've
Said to another but we've
Got a silence unlike
Any other
You are the color of the advertisement
That made me buy the shoes
And in a couple days they wrecked my feet
But I still
Didn't believe I'd been used.
We gonna go to Paris someday
In a big hot air balloon
And if we're lucky we'll float away and
Never see anyone soon
Me and my lover play
Tricks on each other he
Runs to basement and I
Hide in the cupboard
In between the lines and
In between the covers there's
So many categories I've
Fallen under
I see your face at every stop sign
I hear your voice in the mall
I am the gum on the bottom of your sneaker I'm
Stuck here but you
Never see me at all
We gonna go to Paris someday
In a big hot air balloon
And if we're lucky we'll float away and
Never see anyone soon
You are a child at a party
And I'm your red balloon
Don't ever try and set me free, I'm
Nothing without you.
Me and my lover play
Tricks on each other he
Runs to basement and I
Hide in the cupboard
In between the lines and
In between the covers there's
So many categories I've
Fallen under
You are the cup of orange juice I use to
Swallow down the pills
The perfect vehicle of fruity taste and
You've got me fooled