M.a.l.c.o.l.m...M.c.L.a.r.e.n

I wore black on St-Germain de prés
Feelings in the air they love today
It's true, I don't believe
in love beyond the grave,
But then I listened to a trumpet play

You were black on St-Germain de prés
I can still hear you miles away
I wore black, you were black
The trumpet answered back
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black on St-Germain de prés
Feelings in the air, they love today
I wore black, you were black
Sat naked on your lap
Like a child, I feel love coming on

I travel miles and miles in bed
Miles of miles playing in my head
I wore black, you were black
It makes me cry to think like that
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Miles and miles of miles
Your profile, like an Egyptian queen
The best looking man I've ever seen

I wore black, you were black
I wore black, you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz




Malcolm McLaren

22 January 1946 - 8 April 2010


R.I.P






























...always one step ahead in his time!





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