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Verse
I
She's the daughter of the American dream
She's looking for someone to make her life complete
The grass is always greener than the ground under her feet.
Verse II
She was caught by a French bouquet
He calls it a crime of passion
She says the crime is the time love took to happen.
Chorus
She wonders, Have I wasted Paris?
She says, did I lose my heart in New Orleans?
I rang the bells of London
I drank a pint in Dublin
I played the game in Athens
I learned to speak Italian
But more and more I wonder...Have I wasted Paris?
Verse III
He's got a velvet kiss
And a pallet of cheap pastels
She'd like to think she's more than a dip in the ink well.
Verse IV
Dancing alone in the Parisian moonlight
The candle waxes down as she waits
She begins to realize it's the same sky a different date.
To Chorus
Verse V
She's the daughter of the American dream
She's looking for someone to make her life complete
The grass is always greener than the ground under her feet.
Copyright © 1997 Kathy Forste
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