it's been 30 days

It’s been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
I need to cleanse my soul,
It's been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
And I can't control,
My habits got the best of me,
And now I feel I'm going down.

I might not make it back,
If I stay,
One more night,
In this town,
It seems I've sold my soul,
And I've fucking,
Lost control.

3 day bindges,
And 7 day nights,
I'm soaring higher and higher,
I'm past the kites,
Someone grab my rope again,
You better hold on tight.

It’s been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
I need to cleanse my soul,
It's been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
And I can't control,
My habits got the best of me,
And now I feel I'm going down.

I gotta friend who's white as snow,
Don't let me go,
Don't let me go,
For if I speak with him again,
I might not,
Make it back.

It’s been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
I need to cleanse my soul,
It's been,
30 days in dirty Paris,
And I can't control,
My habits got the best of me,
And now I feel I'm going down.

© Becky Baillargeon 2010