When Joanna loved me Every town was Paris And every day was Sunday Every month was May
When Joanna loved me Every sound was music Music made of laughter Laughter that was bright and gay
But when Joanna left me May became December But, even in December, I remember Her touch, her smile, and for a little while She loves me Once again it's Paris Paris is on a Sunday And the month is May And the month is MayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
