Stranger in Parisdise

I`m alone and free
In a country i can`t even speak the language
Thinks I want to say
End up in another way

I get mixed up with the wine
Now I`m on my own
But I`m free
I`m tired of just waiting for it
I just want a bottle of
Beaujoulais in my hand

I want to drink whine
And don`t care a fuck about it
Here in Parisdise
Je vive hereusement

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