They paved paradise and put up a parking lot. With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot. Don't it always seem to go. That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone.
Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air. And feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way. But now they only block the sun, they rain and snow on everyone.
They paved paradise. And put up a parking lot. With a pink hotel, a boutique. And a swinging hot spot. . Don't it always seem to go. That you don't know what you've got til its gone.