First Time / Not Exactly Paris

We’ve played our hand at love before
We’ve been around the game enough to know the score
But then is then
And now is now
And now is all that matters anyhow

Make believe it’s your first time
Leave your sadness behind
Make believe it’s your first time
And I’ll make believe it’s mine

I’ve been courted and escorted by so many men
As for fear of cold rejection
I have none
There were avant garde composers
Even dees and dem and dosers
It was fun
But off all the many faces
And the whiskey-breath embraces
There was one

It was not exactly Paris
It was not exactly srping
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
When 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 linguine
Set to Mercer and Mancini
And 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 stars
And the long, long day is done
Of all the men in my life
I remember one