paris saw me lonely strolling the streets bottle in hand sunk knee deep and paris saw me dance like a spinning top guided by the lights with no plan to stop be careful how you lay your hands on me i may not be as tough as i seem be careful what you say to me i may not be as strong as you think be careful with your hands around my neck im not ready to go i dont want to die yet and kindness never killed not sure it could freedom only counts if its understood be careful how you lay your hands on me i may not be as tough as i seem be careful what you say to me i may not be as strong as you think
['nz folk', 'nz indie', 'nz singer-songwriter']