in paris, she is worth my while
where am i
on this blue day?
oh please,
baby won’t you stay?
who pays
the bills at home?
honey please,
abandon rome.
a bright face,
with a blinding smile:
in paris,
she is worth my while.
honey, i’ll
miss you all week;
without you,
this place feels so weak.
baby, where am i
on your scale?
a winter with me
will not be pale.
©LukaKorba
With love,
Luka.