She dressed in scarlet dust for the fall An I kicked dead leaves up against the wall In my well worn silver tipped boots And the streets of Paris got on my nerves We avoided the crowdes and we hung out with the dogs In the store where the air was warm This is just a dirty tourist town Where the whores and the junkies go to get up, or get down You can kiss my heart goodbye, cross my heart and hope to die You can say just what you want of me You can kiss my heart goodbye, kiss my soul an' I hope you cry You can say just what you want of me They smell they lie they don't live up to their legends why Well the rich get fat and the poor just stay that way The sad and the lonely they're the only ones with style Maybe these are the lost ones where the legend stems from You can kiss my heart goodbye... ...my heart ...goodbye