Simplemente

Simply

The shutters of the Paris night never close.
I'm going to see you every March.
With you, nothing is as usual.
We were kicked out of school for smoking and laughing.
Now you burn gasoline while you hear the engine roar.
With you, nothing is enough.
Rooftop dances...
Sprinkler showers.
Hotels without paying.
Sex in fitting rooms for breakfast.
You simply.
You stayed at 17 and I'm not
jeusdin anymore.
But alarms go off
if I find you today in Paris.
Keep climbing skyscrapers.
We will never go together to any altar.
I will never go with you to see your dad.
Never hand in hand or next to Notre Dame. Simply...
I don't like Sundays or the ten o'clock movie.
Simply, I'm a kid with a craving for weightlessness.
Rooftop dances...
Sprinkler showers.
Hotels without paying.
Sex in fitting rooms for breakfast.
Simply that windmill that never stops turning.
Simply that concert in the Montmartre neighborhood.
Simply me and my Brigitte Bardot.
Simply... simply.