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Paris in your eyes |
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Every time I see you, I see Paris in your eyes. |
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A hint of the forbidden, Brigitte Bardot style. |
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Every time I dream of you, I dream that distant land, |
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Where I once held tomorrow in my hand. |
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First time I saw Paris in your eyes, |
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You told me how you loved me, |
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Under blue, Picasso skies. |
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We spoke of Michelangelo, |
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And we solved each other's lives, |
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The first time I saw Paris in your eyes. |
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Every time I touched you, |
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I could taste a breath of spring. |
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April in Paris is every lover's dream. |
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Every time I'd call you name, |
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It would sound so much in tune, |
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Just like Notre Dame Cathedral at high noon. |
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First time I saw Paris in your eyes, |
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You told me how you loved me, |
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Under blue, Picasso skies. |
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We spoke of Michelangelo, |
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And we solved each other's lives, |
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The first time I saw Paris in your eyes. |
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Now every time I see you, April showers seem to start. |
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And they rain on every hope I have, till they hurricane my heart. |
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And every time I dream of you, I just dream of what we had. |
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And wonder how could something so good, go so bad? |
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The last time I saw Paris in your eyes, |
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You told me you were leaving, |
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Under blue, Picasso skies. |
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We spoke of Michelangelo, |
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And we believed each other's lies, |
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The last time I saw Paris in your eyes. |
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The last time I saw Paris in your eyes. |
