They Came to Paris to See Me

So the other day I was driving along, extremely tired, on my way to Michaels (third on my list of money spending places, behind school and meijers). It's dark out, and I'm listening to 88.1, the local station that plays "jazz, folk and world beat" with the occasional NPR program thrown in. generally awesome stuff. Then the DJ announces that he's going to play a little something to "sooth my mind." That phrase alone was enough to begin my arm's motion to the dial, but then...it happened. Lulting synth piano...chimes...little dinging bells...sparkly sounds...and a woman, almost whispering, repeating "they came to paris to see me, they came to paris to see me, they came to paris to see me." I was frozen, I couldn't move my hand any further towards the dial. Within seconds I was comatose, nearly rear ending the poor soul in front of me 20 times. The lyrics became more complex "I was alone, staring at the dress in the window, I wanted to buy it, I wanted to buy it, but I was alone, staring at the dress, wanting to buy it....they came to paris to see me, they came to paris to see me..." How can they play this on the radio? Don't they know it could KILL people?????? I can still hear that lady saying "they came to paris to see me."

By the time I arrived at Michaels and managed to park without killing anyone (difficult), I had completely forgotten why I was even there, wherever "there" was...

Paris?