COME FLY WITH ME.

A MAN CAN'T GO TO PARIS WITH HIS WOMAN.

Come fly with me,
she said,
we can go to Paris,
spend days seeing the sights,
arm in arm
in the Notre Dame,
and make love at nights.

Come,
she said,
we can fine dine
and drink coffee and wine,
you can make love to me
and search me over,
play kinky games
and walk the Champs-Elysees
hand in hand,
kiss and not tell,
you can be my sexy boy
and I your sexy girl.

But I couldn't go
I had no dough
and I told her so.

So she went with schmuck
to see the sights and f**k
and drink coffee and wine
and fine dine.

I stayed behind
frequenting the bars
and the dames
showing my scars
to those girls
with no names.