Song Length 4:25 Genre Rock - General
Tempo Medium Slow (91 - 110) Language English
Era 2000 and later


She was a wanderer in the city of Paris
Her father was a soldier, she couldn't care less.
The kind of girl you try to impress,
right there in the city of Paris.
He was a writer, oh so daring,
At large looking for any story,
Or someone to be adoring,
And then he saw her, dancing on the floor.

Woah, woah
The leopard on the mountain frozen to death
Woah, woah
What's it looking for?
Doesn't matter, smokes on his cigarettes.
Doesn't matter, smokes on his cigarettes

He took her away, gave her a home,
And like a rose flower their love was.
Off to Africa they went,
Little did he know she had his baby.
She hate to hurt him and bust his dreams,
To be a writer and see the unseen.
To go with him, she knew what's best.
She tumbled down the stairs, and laid the baby to rest.
She laid the baby to rest.


Lyrics Zach Schley Music Zak Rickun, Jon Trubshaw, Matan Koplin-Green
Performance Little Saint Anything
This track is on 2 Member Playlists
Playlist Creator Playlist Name Date Added
Crimson Best Launchpad tracks 9/25/2012
Crimson My Top Songs 2/10/2010

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