You fall in love too easily Frances said to me,
The blue note of her parting song a blow—
There will never be another, she.

I landed high in Paris singing, my heart freed.
Not so stateside, such ways disheartening and low.
You fall in love too easily Frances said to me.

Yes there was a French girl, one Juliette Marie.
She loved me as a man and as a Michelangelo.
There will never be another, (she

always said to me Miles Davis stay in Paris,)
but the times we shared set me off to go.
You fall in love too easily (Frances said to me

why didn’t you stay?  To the vineyards to flee?)
It is alone, ma belle—forever I count time alone.
There will never be another, she.

Someday my queen will come, and we’ll agree;
Perhaps I cannot hope to be her beau.
You fall in love too easily Frances said to me.
There will never be another, she.