Gary Moore - Parisienne Walkways (1989) by Gary Moore (보컬) on maniadb.com

Listen to me woman,
I just think it's a sin.
I know you hear me knockin',
but you won't let me in.
Might be fine for you
just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
there's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.

Listen,
you've been telling me to short
for much too long.
But now I'm gonna put you back
where you belong.
Might be fine for you
just to keep me hangin' round.
But if you don't open up this door,
I'm gonna kick it down.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
there's nowhere to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.
That I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
there's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes I feel like
there's no place to go.
Sometimes I feel like
I'm back on the streets again.
Sometimes it's the only place that I know.

Only place that I know, yeah.

There's a new sensation
Playin' across the nation.
Just don't care, they just don't care.
They'll eat your heart out
Before you start out.
Just don't care, they just don't care.

Every dog will have its own way.
Throw out the old, bring in the new, they say.
Every dog will have its new day.
Just don't care, just don't care.

Fanatical fascists with Italian mustaches
Just don't care, they just don't care.
They'll beat your brains in
So stop your complaining.
Just don't care, they just don't care.

Your heart is leaning to the left,
But your hand in your pocket
It leads you to the right.
Your heart is leaning to the left,
But the fight is tonight.
The fight's tonight.

Oh, no, no, oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no, oh, no, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

They just don't care, just don't care.
Just don't, just don't care.
Just don't, just don't care.
Just don't, just don't care.
Just don't, just don't care.

Just don't.
Just don't.

Just don't.
Just don't.
Just don't.

etc.

Don't believe me if I tell you.
Not a word of this is true.
Don't believe me if I tell you,
especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you.

Don't believe me if I tell you
that I wrote this song for you.
There just might be some other silly pretty girl
I'm singing it to.

Don't believe a word,
'cause words are only spoken.
And a heart is like a promise,
meant to be broken.

Don't believe a word,
for words can tell lies.
And lies are no comfort
when there's tears in your eyes.

Don't believe me if I tell you.
Not a word of this is true.
Don't believe me if I tell you,
especially if I tell you that I'm in love with you.

Don't believe a word.
Lord, don't believe a word.
Don't believe me, don't believe me.
Oh, not a single word.
Oh.

As I sit here and play
my spanish guitar
underneath the stars
it passes the time away
Each note I play
is a memory of Spain
the melodies they take
me back there again

So as I sit here and play
on my old spanish guitar
each note I play
just sails away
And it brings me closer
to that spanish senorita
Oh she's so far away

As I sit here and play
underneath the stars
it passes the time away
and brings me closer
to my spanish holiday

I remember Paris in 49
The Champs Elysee San Michelle
and old Beaujolais wine
And I recall that you were mine
in those Parisienne days

Looking back at the photographs
Those summer days
spent outside corner cafes
Oh I could write you paragraphs
about my old Parisienne days