It makes me feel better as always
When colors fill the air;
It lifts my soul of despair.
In my dead blue heart,
A pint of pink becomes a full drink.
You warm my heart - it is true.
Sweetness and tenderness caress,
And warms this heart of icy blue.
It surely makes me smile.
Paris is raining every day,
Now it is about time to depart;
But I am always walking alone,