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Paris Huit lyrics
Love to love, Paris, Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Prenons un dernier verre pres Bateau lavoir
Une Sinone de Beauvoir et deux singes en hiver
Last night was made for love
Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un quatier latin
Un menu sur l'ardoise un fond d'un bar-tabac
Oh, baby, just take my frozen hands and hear me say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Though this crowded desert called Paris
I feel love, Paris, Paris
Love to love, Paris, Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Un zeste de Javanaise, un tour de
Moulin Rouge et deux de Notre-Dame
D'Anvers ou d'Amsterdam un canal, Arletty
Oh, baby, just hold this lonely fan and hear him say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Though this crowded desert called Paris
Sans doute la seule femme qui pouvait dire
Paname
I feel love, Paris, Paris
Love to love, Paris, Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Mettez trois notes de jazz dans un quatier latin
Un menu sur l'ardoise un fond d'un bar-tabac
I feel love, Paris, Paris
Love to love, Paris, Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Mais n'en prenez pas trop, Paris perdrait son âme
Love to love, Paris, Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
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