It's just a glance
that feeds my trance
the future leads the past
there's no romance
I take no chance
It's over just as fast
But when eyes meet eyes
there's so much to be told
a future to behold
a person I might hold!
But it's just a glance
Paris, France
Now I'm on my way
After all I'd be the fool to say
I'd love to take you home