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