A lady known as Paris, so wild and so alarming
Won't see her old companions for forty five days
Lonely girl with lonely eyes
Was sentenced to remain
Behind high gates of strife
Not quite The Simple Life..
She could go insane..

The Last Time I Saw Paris
She was locked with criminals
Had traded down her Gucci gown
For orange coveralls

The Last Time I Saw Paris
She looked a little lean
And stepped out of a paddy wagon
Not a limousine

There were no Paparazzis there
Publicity, or press
Her make up was a travesty
Her hair style quite a mess..

The Last Time I Saw Paris
No fine meal did she sup
Just beans from plates
Like all inmates
And drank from a tin cup

Gone are glamorous hours
And nite clubbing parties
Instead she's sharing showers
And hard bunks at night

Been incarcerated
Because of her D-U-I's
Ignored probation jive
Decided she'd still drive
Until the Judge got wise..