Paris Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Barman dans le shaker, d'abord de l'élégance
Un trait de Sacré-Coeur et deux doight de Doisneau
Une Piaf, quelques moineaux et Joséphine Baker...
Là une de Prévert, mais sans raton-laveur
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
Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu on croise
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
Nappé de macadam, décoré d'un chaland
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
Et la résille d'un bas sur un genou qu on croise
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Saupoudrez, pour finir, de poussière du métro
Mais n'en prenez pas trop, Paris perdrait son âme
Paris Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Bartender in the shaker, first elegance
A touch of Sacré-Coeur and two fingers of Doisneau
A Piaf, a few sparrows, and Joséphine Baker...
Here a bit of Prévert, but without a raccoon
Let's have one last drink near Bateau Lavoir
A Simone de Beauvoir and two monkeys in winter...
Last night was made for love
Put three jazz notes in a Latin quarter
A menu on the slate at the back of a tobacco bar
And the mesh of a stocking on a crossed knee
Oh Baby, just take my frozen hands and hear me say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Through this crowded desert called Paris
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
A touch of Javanaise, a turn of
Moulin Rouge and two of Notre-Dame
Covered in asphalt, decorated with a barge
From Antwerp or Amsterdam, a canal, Arletty
Oh Baby, just hold this lonely fan and hear him say
Don't let me turn to sand and blow away
Through this crowded desert called Paris
Without a doubt the only woman who could say
"Paname"
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Put three jazz notes in a Latin quarter
A menu on the slate at the back of a tobacco bar
And the mesh of a stocking on a crossed knee
I feel love, Paris Paris
Love to love, Paris Paris
Feelings so close to my heart
Sprinkle, to finish, with metro dust
But don't take too much, Paris would lose its soul
Escrita por: David McNeil / Didier Makaga / Lee Gorman / Malcolm McLaren