Fly Me To Paris

Fly Me To Paris long poem

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Well once in a lifetime someone comes along
Like an angel sent from Heaven to bring you
Out of the darkness and gives a new meaning
To your dreams…
Well and it’s now I know I am a better person
From knowing you oh and don’t you know I’d
Pack up and leave this God forsaken town if you’d
FLY ME TO PARIS tomorrow, I’d give up my
Anything to be your everything, if you’d FLY ME
FLY ME TO PARIS tomorrow…
Well and I’d bring you a little bit of my magic
My songs, my big black book of miracles and art
I can almost feel your arms around me tight,
Dancing me through the heart of an enchanting
Paris night oh and I can almost feel your lips on
Mine, like a sweet and fine red wine oh yeah this
Weighs heavy on my mind all the time ‘cuz…
If you asked me to I’d pack up my things and
Leave this one horse town if you’d FLY ME TO
PARIS tomorrow, I’d give anything just to be your
Everything, if you’d FLY ME TO PARIS, if you’d
Only FLY ME TO PARIS soon, my love you don’t
Have to fly me to the moon, no just FLY ME,

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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