| She dressed in scarlet dust for the fall
|
| An I kicked dead leaves up against the wall
|
| In my well worn silver tipped boots
|
| And the streets of Paris got on my nerves
|
| We avoided the crowdes and we hung out with the dogs
|
| In the store where the air was warm
|
| This is just a dirty tourist town
|
| Where the whores and the junkies go to get up, or get down
|
| You can kiss my heart goodbye, cross my heart and hope to die
|
| You can say just what you want of me
|
| You can kiss my heart goodbye, kiss my soul an' I hope you cry
|
| You can say just what you want of me
|
| They smell they lie they don’t live up to their legends why
|
| Well the rich get fat and the poor just stay that way
|
| The sad and the lonely they’re the only ones with style
|
| Maybe these are the lost ones where the legend stems from
|
| You can kiss my heart goodbye…
|
| …my heart… goodbye |