Paris Songtext
von Ewen Carruthers

Paris Ewen Carruthers

The taste of the wine and the coffee,
The cigarette smoke in the air,
The grace and the mystery,
The pride and history,
Etched on the face of a city so fair
La la la


Your cafes and your boulevards,
The names that roll from the tongue,
Boulevard St. Germain, Versailles and Montmartre,
Paris you know that you′ve stolen my heart...
La la la

And the back streets that vie with your beauty
You'll hide from my eyes if you can,
Like the tell-tale marks of childbirth
A woman will hide from the eyes of a man...
La la la

Oh Paris I love you, I hate you,
I cry, but you do not grieve
For one of your lovers,
You′ve so many others,
You don't even notice me go when I leave...
La la la