Doors Paris Blues Lyrics

Paris Blues Lyrics

I wish I was a girl of sixteen

Be the queen of the magazine

I’d drive around in a great big car

I’d have a chauffeur like a movie star

And all night long you could hear me scream!



When you look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?

When you look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?

Look all around, can you believe the shape she’s in?



Know where I’m goin’, can’t remember where I’ve been

Know right where I’m goin’, can’t remember where I’ve been

Goin’ to the city of love, gonna start my life all over again



Once I was young now I’m gettin’ old

Once I was warm, now I feel cold

Well, I’m goin’ overseas, gonna grab me some of that gold