Saw that film "Fauteuils d'orchestre".
Was wonderful.
Made me think of you.
Looked for you in every scene,
Hopin' to see your face.
Woman smokin' under the street light.
That you in the Bar des Theatre eatin'?
No.
Listenin' to the beautiful piano sonnata?
Maybe.
As the pianist tore off his shirt did you gasp?
I did.
Does that happen at a concert?
Guess, well, my imagination runs wild.
Just seein' Paris an' thinkin' of you,
Even in movies.
