Down on bowery they lose their

Ball-eyes and their lip-mouths in the night,

And stumbling through the streets they say,

"Sir, do you have a light?"

And if you do then you're my friend,

And if you don't then you're my foe,

And if you are a deity of any sort

Then please don't go.

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

And down on lexington they're wearing

New shoes stuck to aging feet,

And close you're eyes and open,

And you'll recognize the aging street,

And thing about how things were right

When they were young and veins were tight

And if you are the ghost of christmas past

Then wont you stay the night?

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Down in bronxy-bronx the kids go

Sledding down snow-covered slopes

And frozen noses, frozen toes

And frozen city starts to glow

And yes, they know that it'll melt

And yes, the know new york will thaw

But if you are a friend of any sort

Then play along and catch a cold!

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas, mon chere

Ne me quitte pas

I love paris in the rain.

I love, I love, in the rain...