Sitting in a street cafe, in a city of love, dreaming awayTake a trip to Central Pay, then book a flight home, the weather's bad anywayAnd it's good to be back home, these Parisian summers can be so coldEverybody wants to be alone sometimesBut all you really want is someone to blow your mindSitting in your chairSitting in your chairIn a Chelsea flatDoing your nailsAnd reading a manThe telephone makes you take a showerAnd that's where you stayFor the rest of the dayWell, it's good to be back homeBut those lonesome daysLondon summers can be so coldEverybody wants to be alone sometimesBut all they really need is a love that feels so fineYeah, yeah, they really doAnd everybody wants someone to make them feel aliveTonight, and every nightAnd that's whyEverything will be alrightOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, oohOh, ooh, ooh