Sitting in a street-café
In the city of love
Dreamin' away
Take a trip to Saint Tropez
Then book a flight home
The weather's bad, anyway
And it's good to be back home
These Parisian summers can be so cold
R:
Everybody wants to be alone
Sometimes
But all you really want is someone to blow
Your mind
Sitting in your Chelsea flat
Doing your nails
And reading a map
The telephone makes you take a shower
And that's where you stay
For the rest of the day
Well it's good to be back home
But those London summers can be so cold
R:
Uhhhhhhhhh
Everybody wants to be alone
Sometimes
But all they really need is a love that feels
So fine
Yeah yeah
And everybody wants someone to make them feel alive
Tonight, and every night,
That's why
Everything will be alright
Uhhh
(every lonely night) uhhh