Milwaukee never saw me coming In all my grey-eyed mistakes But neither did Paris And I arrived there without A sense of falling, foolish place
I wish there was gum on my shoe I'd hoped the Frenchmen would be mean It's all mixed up, I got it all upside-down Please don't ever ask the men of Milwaukee Not all of them can actually sing
He toasted the world's greatest painters I let him call me his own dying art City of Light, I'll take my leave When he didn't find a note I'd like to think The champagne glass in hand heard him weep
Bearskin rugs and wide-brimmed hats I never gave my head, the time of day to ask Sorry I can't take it back, whatever you see in me I'm afraid I can't say another word Or you'll see I'm inevitably green