Poppa Don't Preach to Me

On a Paris boulevarde

I picked up a postal card

Someone had forgotten to mail;

Seems as though some tourist had

Meant for it to reach her dad

For it told a typical tale

Naturally I read what she wrote

This is what she said and I quote;

I came to Paris to buy me a gown

To Paris to Paris and boy what a town

The lights were sparkling the music was gay

I bought me my gown and decided to stay

Now poppa don't preach to me preach to me poppa don't preach to me

Let my heart break while it's young

Now poppa don't preach to me preach to me poppa don't preach to me

Let me fling till my fling is flung

I danced in Paris last night with Pierre

That "x" marks my room but I'm never up there

I strolled through Paris today with my niece

The "Rue De La Paix" means "The Street Of The Peace"

I'm here in Paris since early May

My gown got all worn out but I'm still okay

I'm made for Paris I'm finding it out

I still have no pass but my future's in doubt

Now poppa don't preach to me preach to me poppa don't preach to me

Let my heart break let it roam

Now poppa don't preach to me preach to me poppa don't preach to me

I'll never no I'll never come home

No poppa don't preach to me

And don't make some nonsense speech to me

Aw come on baby don't bug me

I'll never never come home