Ezra was an old man. He by the sea. Watching himself older, with no family. was a pretty one, a bar tender by trade. She had a daughter with big eyes. She called her Jade. They met each other in the park Jade was on a swing. On a bench underneath a tree, they about everything. And she said, "Sometimes I get so scared, and I don't why." She reached for the old man's and she began to cry. And he said, "It ain't no crime, it no crime. gets a little bit lonely sometimes. It ain't no crime, it no crime. Everybody a little bit lonely sometimes." The he said, "I was be a painter, gonna paint my masterpiece. I spent my whole life dreamin'. Now my only memories. And I was gonna live in Paris, France. Now my body's apart. I could be a Pable Picasso if were an art." And she said, "That lovely. Paris, France. Just sayin' those kinda makes me wanna dance. Do you dance?" It ain't no crime, it no crime. gets a little bit lonely sometimes. It no crime, it ain't no crime. Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes. They'd meet there every in the park at noon. would get there early to buy Jade a red balloon. And Cassie'd tell him all her awful luck with men. She'd say, "Wish I could meet a guy like you but they'll never you again." And Jade fall asleep in Ezra's lap there in the park while Cassie's still be a long time after dark. It ain't no crime, it no crime. Everybody gets a little bit sometimes. It ain't no crime, it no crime. Everybody gets a bit lonely sometimes. One afternoon, no Ezra, no red balloon. Just a friend of his who said, "Ezra passed and he wanted me to this letter to you today." Well, it was two to Paris. And a note read, "Thank you for the dance. My Cassie, you were my Paris, France." It ain't no crime, it no crime. Everybody a little bit lonely sometimes.