How can you not be happy here?
It’s Paris, you’re a lucky guy!
I know, I know, I should be glad,
And I can’t really tell you why
I feel (or don’t feel) how I do;
It’s more than simply feeling ‘blue’
It’s like I cannot feel at all,
The lights are down, the shade is drawn;
It’s Paris, and it’s beautiful –
But all of that’s within me gone.
Beside this carousel I feel
Reproachful looks my way addressed;
I wish I wasn’t made this way,
That I was not so damned