Paris, Texas Twice by David Kraai You were born with a silver spoon hanging from your hand And I was born on a little patch of simple country land Just because we didn't come from the same place and don't always see eye to eye Doesn't mean you gotta leave me for some uptight Wall Street guy So, the next time you want to drop me like something You better think twice 'cause you may have been to Paris once but I've been to Paris, Texas twice Checkbooks, bankbooks, diamonds, crystal and pearls All those things don't give you a soul in this living, breathing world And your greenbacks - they don't mean a thing, they sure as hell won't buy you love So, lose those Swiss bank accounts instead and let's hop on the wings of a dove And the next time you want to drop me like something You better think twice 'cause you may have been to Paris once but I've been to Paris, Texas twice So, the next time you want to drop me like something You better think twice 'cause you may have been to Paris once but I've been to Paris, Texas Yes, I been to Paris, Texas twice

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