Take Me to Paris Songtext
von Inara George

Take me to Paris
Give me wine, give me company, give me leisure
Let me brush your hair
Let me hold you for a little while
Nothing to measure

No one to please
No one to see
Run naked through the street
And drink Champagne
And make you love me even more than you do


Who have we become?
Something better, something heavy
Something together

Holding all your hands
So lucky and unlucky
We'll always remember

No one to please
No one to see
Run naked through the streets
And drink Champagne
And make you love me even more than you do
Take me to Paris
Take me to Paris
Take me to Paris