Lyrics:
Right bank left bankTwo troubled souls on a starry French nightShe goes he staysAll on his own in the city of lightsAll that he's left with are pictures of ParisMemories of her on the Champs ElyseesTrashing his life on the sidewalks of ParisShe said love's deadShe walks away as he sits there in shameGets drunk, heart sunkWatching his dreams as they float down the SeineAll that he's left with are pictures of ParisMemories of her on the Champs ElyseesTrashing his life on the sidewalks of ParisCafes soireesHe should feel happy but now its all wrongBells peel but now he feels more likeThe Hunchback of Notre DameAll that he's left with are pictures of ParisMemories of her on the Champs ElyseesTrashing his life on the sidewalks of ParisEast side West sideBack in New York he is hungry and wetLast chance romancePictures of Paris are all he has leftMaybe