J'aime plus Paris

I fill up with gas
I think about vacations
I'm in a bad mood
And I'm not the only one

The sky is gray
People are bitter
I'm in a hurry
I'm stressed

I don't love Paris anymore
We run everywhere, it bores me
I see too many people
I don't care about their lives
I don't have time
I'm so comfortable in my bed

Prepare an ark
Delanoë,
You see well
That we want to leave
Even gold-plated, Paris is dead
It's five o'clock, Paris falls asleep

I feel like I'm suffocating
I'm short of breath
I'm all pale
On a small pouf

I don't love Paris anymore
But who do we think we are?
I don't want to see anyone
Cut off my phone
Live like nuns
I'm not talking about John

I don't love Paris anymore
Past the ring road,
The poor souls
Don't have the good taste
To be millionaires

For these outcasts, the City of Light
Is at the end of the RER
There are no more 'titi' but 'minets'
Paris under glass, it annoys me
The Paris of Audiard is over
But today, we see that of Hédiard

I don't love Paris anymore
But who do we think we are?
I see too many people
I don't care about their lives
I don't have time
I'm so comfortable in my bed

I'd like to see the sea
Listen to people be silent
I'd like to have a beer
Travel around the world

I don't love Paris anymore
But who do we think we are?
I see too many people
I don't care about their lives
I don't have time
I'm so comfortable in my bed

Yet Paris
Is my whole life
It's the most beautiful
I bet on it
There's only her
That's the problem

I don't love Paris anymore