Paris At 21 - Peter Allen

Paris in 21, at 21

Paris in 21, at 21

Paris in 21, at 21

Sweet mirrored illusions

Keeping on rolling along

Between the past and the present

All that’s felt in an old song

Than lovers were younger than I

They never let their chance go by

They believed what we would call a lie

Would have been there

But I wasn’t born

Would have had the time of my life

Would have sinned there

'Cause that’s when sin

Was cheating on your wife

Not like today, it’s all okay, ole, ole

Sweet mirrored illusions

On an old mirrored bed

In a hotel in Paris

Wishing time wasn’t dead

Took a train instead of speed

Took Colette and Proust to read

Let down my guard and made

Friends with Lou Reed

Should have been there

But I wasn’t born

Would have had the time of my life

Would have sinned there

'Cause that’s when sin

Was cheating on your wife

Not like today, it’s all okay, ole, ole

Paris in 21, at 21

Paris in 21, at 21

Sweet mirrored illusions

They all end here

Some settle for champagne

Some hunger for beer

Boats sail for distant shores

You always want what isn’t yours

Off to see the wizard because

Because, just because

Because would have been there

But I wasn’t born

Would have had the time of my life

Would have sinned there

'Cause that’s when sin was cheating on your wife

Would have been there, but I wasn’t born

Would have been the toast of the town

Would have sinned there

'Cause that’s when sin was…