When Paris Was a Woman

Afternoons on the Rue de Flores

In the flat that I shared with Gertrude

We served tea and got drunk on conversations

With the lost generation she found

Hemingway, Picasso and Matisse

Janet Flanders and Sylvia Beach

We were searching for unknown destinations

We were desperate to reach

We said (au revoir[?])

We carved our dreams

To invent the world, it seems

As life unraveled at the seams

But oh...

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

She loved so well

All the smoke and opinions would fly!

Life was art, art was life, or else die

So we cared for each word and every color

Like a bug on the web (to explain[?])

As the days blended into the nights

How we savoured our city of lights

And we knew it wouldn't last forever

But my god what a ride

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

She loved so well

She loved so well

My Gertrude

She was my shepherdess

My Pyrenees

With eagle eyes, a mountain range was she

She sore loved me

We sore loved

When Paris was a woman...

The escapades

The rigolos

The geniuses

The gigolos

The legacy we left

Who knows?

But oh...

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

She loved so well

She loved so well

We loved

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

When Paris was a woman

She loved so well