Lyrics

VERSE 1
She was a wanderer in the city of Paris
Her father was a soldier, she couldn't care less.
The kind of girl you try to impress,
right there in the city of Paris.
He was a writer, oh so daring,
At large looking for any story,
Or someone to be adoring,
And then he saw her, dancing on the floor.

CHORUS
Woah, woah
The leopard on the mountain frozen to death
Woah, woah
What's it looking for?
Doesn't matter, smokes on his cigarettes.
Doesn't matter, smokes on his cigarettes

VERSE 2
He took her away, gave her a home,
And like a rose flower their love was.
Off to Africa they went,
Little did he know she had his baby.
She hate to hurt him and bust his dreams,
To be a writer and see the unseen.
To go with him, she knew what's best.
She tumbled down the stairs, and laid the baby to rest.
She laid the baby to rest.

CHORUS