The E and B Blues (6/27/57)

Left bank cafй,

Strollin the quays,

Watching the boats on the Seine

Come back again.

Where is that girl I met,

That girl that made me get those

Paris blues and wonder?

Why did I have to roam?

I was so much at home,

Ev'ry lovely evening

In a cozy cafй,

Sipping champagne

Along the main boulevards.

She was so fine,

Just like the wine.

Now ev'ry day is black.

Please, someone, send her back

So I can lose those Paris blues.