Paris - Ewen Carruthers

The taste of the wine and the coffee

The cigarette smoke in the air

The grace and the mystery the pride and history

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Your cafes and your boulevards

The names that roll from the tongue

Bouleavard st germain versailles and montmartre

Paris you know that you've stolen my heart la la la

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And the back streets that vie with your beauty

I'll hide from my eyes if you can

Like the tell tale marks of childbirth

A woman will hide from the man la la la

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Oh Paris I love you I hate you

I cry but you do not grieve

For one of your lovers you've so many others

You don't even notice me go when I leave la la la

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