Description

Sensual track about losing one's self in a sexy time of 1922 in Paris, France when anything was acceptable and all was provocative.  Fantasy and orgy was the trend of the french clubs.

Lyrics

I Lose Myself

                                    words & music

                                    P. Rafelson/M. Lewis

 

 

Through the marble door into the Bar DeLune

She waves me on

Like slaves into the room

See the costume ball

Where genders are unknown

Faces smeared with gold and bronze do roam

 

And I lose myself

 

I lose myself in Paris

I lose myself por vous

I feel like I belong in 1922

 

And I lose myself

 

Ladies drape themselves with veils made of silk

As hands stroke my back they see me wilt

In the back room lovers turn their heads

I see my secret lying on the bed

 

And I lose myself

 

I lose myself in Paris

I lose myself por vous

I feel like I belong in 1922

 

And I lose myself

 

Take me now for I can worship you

Hold me close with all these passions too

These hands are bound with all these chains of love

I’ve denied this feeling

Now I can’t get enough