By John J Heartfield
She was often chill
But that was half the thrill
Trying to put back the truth
That I almost spilled
I was cleaning house
Before the party was totally over
I fell in with her
Because she was the third
Lioness I meant to tame
And I came to serve
I so wanted her to know
I tried too hard to show her
That I was completely there
For the times you were
Like a deal in a prayer
I would go anywhere
For the times you were
It was Paris
At the end of summer
I was looking for my friend
When I found my lover
Nestled in the lap
Of my vacation
They say it is Paris
Where the heart grows bold
Where your needs are answered
And your stories told
Loving her
Opened all of my sensations
‘Till I was completely there
For the times you were
Warm and alive as spring
I would do anything
For the times you were
She was quick to bloom
In my hotel room
She was a woman’s woman
And all too soon
I was a woman’s man
Who was trying to plan it
Casually
I was talking to her
But the meaning got blurred
It was so clear at first
And then the words got slurred
I said “don’t run”
But I guess it just comes
Naturally
Still, I was completely there
For the times you were
Softer than a sigh
They will always be my
Times you were