Paris Songtext
von The Front Bottoms

A lil′ more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm in Paris

We all want something simple
Happy and sad at the same time
Broken but still fixable
The language you were speaking, it was not mine

You help me understand
You′re talking with your hands
If we keep it simple, then we'll get it right

A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris
A lil′ more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm in Paris

A couple million bucks or so
You heard I′m tryna sell my soul
You thought you could depend on me
To pull you back and then set you free


Not even with the oil pastels
Not even with the blending techniques
Could I recreate how it felt?
I believe it was different for me

A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris
A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris
A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm in Paris
A lil′ more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris

A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris
A lil' more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris

Jesus!
I feel like I'm in Paris
A lil′ more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I'm in Paris
Jesus! Jesus, I feel like I'm in Paris
A lil′ more weed next time
Jesus Christ, I feel like I′m in Paris


Feel like
Feel like
Jesus, Jesus
I feel like I'm in Paris
I feel like I′m in Paris
I feel like I'm in Paris, Jesus Christ
I feel like I′m in Paris
Jesus Christ