I picked up a postal card
for it told a typical tale.
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
Now Papa don't preach to me,
Let my heart break while it's young
Now Papa don't preach to me,
Let me fling till my fling is all flung
I danced in Paris last night with Pierre
means the street of the beast
Now Papa don't preach to me,
Let my heart break if it must
Now 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,
Now Papa don't preach to me,
Let my heart break, let it roll
Now Papa don't preach to me,
Or I'll never, no never come home