When you cry more than you need In a new city Sing this song and have some tea Would you please? When you wander empty street And sing like you were in Paris It'd be true tonight If you held me tight And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly For a century, or for years maybe ♪ My dear, sometimes everything turns hard And you tried to be the one you're not We'll need a week, and pretend I'm blonde And you can bitch 'bout anything you want When your mind is off somewhere You're a strange like of grown up bears But you know, my dear You're just wonderfully weird And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly And I'll hold, hold, hold, hold you tightly For a century, or for years maybe Hmm—