| Song | Raining in Paris |
| Artist | The Maine |
| Album | Imaginary Numbers |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Midnight comes in | |
| Paris and as | |
| I light my cigarette | |
| The rain it hits my face | |
| So I start walking | |
| Toward the Ferris wheel | |
| From my hotel on | |
| Champs-Élysées | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I might always be alone | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it's raining in Paris | |
| What good is a heart of gold | |
| With nobody to share it with | |
| It's coming down, it's coming down | |
| My head can hardly bare it | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it's raining in Paris | |
| So let it rain on me | |
| See my heart's on fire | |
| But I always got cold feet | |
| Love never really did anything for me | |
| Try telling that to this goddamn city | |
| And if the storm should stop | |
| I'd ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top | |
| We'd share straws at your favorite coffee shop | |
| But life it ain't no romance novel | |
| I met a man | |
| Who sold umbrellas | |
| and | |
| just five dollars | |
| saved me from all that rain | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I think I like being alone |
| Midnight comes in | |
| Paris and as | |
| I light my cigarette | |
| The rain it hits my face | |
| So I start walking | |
| Toward the Ferris wheel | |
| From my hotel on | |
| ChampsÉ lyse es | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I might always be alone | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it' s raining in Paris | |
| What good is a heart of gold | |
| With nobody to share it with | |
| It' s coming down, it' s coming down | |
| My head can hardly bare it | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it' s raining in Paris | |
| So let it rain on me | |
| See my heart' s on fire | |
| But I always got cold feet | |
| Love never really did anything for me | |
| Try telling that to this goddamn city | |
| And if the storm should stop | |
| I' d ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top | |
| We' d share straws at your favorite coffee shop | |
| But life it ain' t no romance novel | |
| I met a man | |
| Who sold umbrellas | |
| and | |
| just five dollars | |
| saved me from all that rain | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I think I like being alone |
| Midnight comes in | |
| Paris and as | |
| I light my cigarette | |
| The rain it hits my face | |
| So I start walking | |
| Toward the Ferris wheel | |
| From my hotel on | |
| ChampsÉ lysé es | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I might always be alone | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it' s raining in Paris | |
| What good is a heart of gold | |
| With nobody to share it with | |
| It' s coming down, it' s coming down | |
| My head can hardly bare it | |
| My heart is in the city of love | |
| But it' s raining in Paris | |
| So let it rain on me | |
| See my heart' s on fire | |
| But I always got cold feet | |
| Love never really did anything for me | |
| Try telling that to this goddamn city | |
| And if the storm should stop | |
| I' d ask you to dance on some cliche mountain top | |
| We' d share straws at your favorite coffee shop | |
| But life it ain' t no romance novel | |
| I met a man | |
| Who sold umbrellas | |
| and | |
| just five dollars | |
| saved me from all that rain | |
| For now I am alone | |
| I think I like being alone |