We can fly to Paris
I’ll take you any time
And we can ride that bullet train, it’ll all be on my dime    
But when you start that travelogue of all my rotten deeds
I beg ya please, honey
Let’s not go there, no 

We can visit Hong Kong,
For 7 days or more
And I’ll escort you through those shops, you know I won’t get bored
But when you crack that scrapbook now on how I lost our dough
I just say, whoa, babe                   
Let’s not go there, no  

I try so hard to wipe away the missteps of my past
Like when I lost my wedding ring, or put you in that cast
We’ve had so many good time trips, some lovely sights we’ve seen 
 So when we’re cruisin’ down memory lane
Can you please steer away from me? Please?   

Up and away we’ll go
To take in all those sights
And how ‘bout that safari trip you dreamt of all those nights?
But when you drop in that hall of shame of all my past mistakes
I say, spare me, oh veer clear, honey let it lie
Let’s not go there, no

Let's not got there, no