Well you think you had a good time With the boy that you just met Kicking sand from beach to beach Your clothes all soaking wet But if you look around and see A shadow on the run Don't be too surprised if it's just a paper sun
Ahh paper sun, ahh paper sun
In the room where you've been sleeping All your clothes all thrown about Cigarettes burn window sills Your meter's all run out But then again it's nothing You just split when day is done Pitching lips to nowhere, hung up on the paper sun
Standing in the cool of my room Fresh cut flowers give me sweet perfume Too much sun will burn!
When you're feeling tired and lonely You see people going home You can't make the train fare Or the six pence for the phone And icicles your crying From your cheek have just begun Dont be sad, good times are had Beneath the paper sun
Daylight breaks while you sleep on the sand A seagull is stealing the ring from your hand The boy who had given you so much fun Has left you so cold in the paper sun
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