Ewen Carruthers - Paris | Текст песни

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The taste of wine and the coffee
The cigarette smoke in the air
The grace and the mystery
The pride and the history
Etches on the face of a city so far...la la la

Your cafes and your boulevards
The names that roll from the tongue
Boulevards St. Germain, Versailles and Montmartre
Paris you know that you've stolen my heart...la la la

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 eyes of a man...la la la

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 when I leave...la la la

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