I quite fancied Prague or Paris or Rome in an apartment to call our own. Days of laughter and nights of embrace then cuddled in slumber our hearts in place.
But nothing lasts forever as Brian Ferry said and all I had was music always in my head.
So I sang for my supper my breakfast to, watching the smiles of those I amused.
Love had escaped me it simple passed me by and crank after crank entered and left my life.
But this may be different a something else,
One nuit in Paris may happen again.