On a Paris boulevard,
I picked up a postal card
someone had forgotten
to mail.
Seems as though some
tourist had meant for it
to reach her dad,
for it told a typical tale.
Naturally, I read what
she wro te
This is what she said,
and I quote
I came to Paris to buy me a gown
To Paris, to Paris, oh, what a town
The lights were shining, the music was gay
I bought me my gown
and decided to stay
Now Papa don't preach to me,
preach to me
Papa don't preach to me
Let my heart break while it's young
Now Papa don't preach to me,
preach to me
Papa don't preach to me
Let me fling till my fling is all flung
I danced in Paris last night with Pierre
That X marks my room,
but I'm never up there
I strolled through Paris
today with Maurice
The Rue de la Paix
means the street of the beast
Now Papa don't preach to me,
preach to me
Papa don't preach to me
Let my heart break if it must
Now Papa don't preach to me
preach to me
Papa don't preach to me
and don't cut off my guaranteed trust
I'm here in Paris, since early in May
My gown got all worn out,
but I'm still okay
I'm made for Paris,
I'm finding that out
I still have no past,
but the future's endowed
Now Papa don't preach to me,
preach to me,
Papa don't preach to me
Let my heart break, let it roll
Now Papa don't preach to me,
preach to me,
Papa don't preach to me
Or I'll never, no never come home