Not Exactly Paris Chita Rivera

I've been courted and escorted by so many men
As for fear of cold rejection, I've had none
There were avant-garde composers
Even 'dese and 'dem and 'dozers, it was fun!
But among the many faces and the whiskey breath embraces
There was one

It was not exactly Paris. It was not exactly spring
But it was Beaujolais and flowers, double beds and double showers
And the passion that his kisses used to bring

It was not exactly Paris. I was not exactly young
But on a quiet night with the door locked tight
And the silence weighs a ton

Of all the men in my life, I remember one

It was not exactly Venice. Never heard a mandolin
But it was kisses and linguini set to Mercer and Mancini
It was boating in the park and falling in

It was not exactly marriage, didn't have the longest run
But in my heart of hearts when the twilight starts
And the long, long day is done
Of all the men in my life, I remember one