Midnight comes in, Paris and as. I light my cigarette, the rain it hits my face. So I start walking toward the Ferris wheel, from my hotel on Champs-Élysées. For now I am alone, I might always be alone.
My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris. What good is a heart of gold with nobody to share it with. It's coming down, it's coming down, my head can hardly bare it. My heart is in the city of love, but it's raining in Paris.
So let it rain on me. See my heart's on fire, but I always got cold feet. Love never really did anything for me, try telling that to this goddamn city. And if the storm should stop, I'd ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top, we'd share straws at your favorite coffee shop, but life it ain't no romance novel.
I met a man who sold umbrellas and just five dollars saved me from all that rain.
For now I am alone. I think I like being alone.
A nadie le gusta estar solo John.
