Poppa Don’t Preach to Me

On a Paris boulevard I picked up a postal card
Someone had forgotten to mail
Seems as though some tourist had
Meant for it to reach her dad

For it told a typical tale
Naturally I read what she wrote
This is what she said, and I quote

I came to Paris to buy me a gown
To Paris, to Paris, and boy what a town
The lights were sparkling, the music was gay
I bought me my gown and decided to stay

Now poppa don't preach to me, preach to me, poppa don't preach to me
Let my heart break while it's young
Now poppa don't preach to me, preach to me, poppa don't preach to me
Let me fling till my fling is flung

I danced in Paris last night with Pierre
That "x" marks my room, but I'm never up there
I strolled through Paris today with my niece
The "Rue de la Paix" means "The Street of the Peace"

I'm here in Paris since early May
My gown got all worn out but I'm still okay
I'm made for Paris, I'm finding it out
I still have no pass but my future's in doubt

Now poppa don't preach to me, preach to me, poppa don't preach to me
Let my heart break, let it roam!
Now poppa don't preach to me, preach to me, poppa don't preach to me
I'll never, no I'll never come home

No poppa, don't preach to me
And don't make some nonsense speech to me
Aw come on baby, don't bug me
I'll never, never come home