Libby Carly Simon

If all our flights are grounded
Libby, we’ll go to Paris
Dance along the boulevards
And have no one to embarrass
Puttin’ on the Ritz in style
With an Arab and an Heiress
Libby, we’ll fly anyway, heyyyy
And leave behind our blues
Half sung melodies
We'll trade them all in
For a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly

See how dark the circles grow
In a town that has no light
So many eyes just staring out
Into the bloodshot night
And Libby, I hate to see you cry
And I want to share it all with you
And if it brings us to our knees
We’ll trade it all in for a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly

They say it don’t come easy
And they say that love is blind
If you’re afraid to be close
Then love is hard to find
And if you spend too much time winning love
There’s no time to be kind
And Libby I’m guilty of your crimes
I’m just another passenger
Traveling on these crazy high seas
Very likely be the same
In a Paris breeze
Libby we’ll fly