My Baby Lives in Paris Far from the Eiffel Tower In his arrondissement Nineteen lilies flower Blooming in my flavor Doing me a favor Sweet smell of decision Come closer, out of vision
The night brings us home Where we can be skin and bone
My Baby Lives in Paris He buys cigarettes Downstairs at the Turkish tabac Then past the Chinese market For bread and pain au chocolat Wake me up while they’re still hot. We eat our breakfast in bed, Café crème on my neck
In the morning, doves cry The clouds part, and the sun shines In the morning, doves cry The clouds part, and the sun shines
Come, shower, get dressed My baby lives in Paris We walk up to the doorstep Birthplace of Edith Piaf I sing a song of hers and A song of yours and mine and Our love just beginning I’m so full of longing
Oh j’aime, j’aime, j’aime, je t’aime Oh je t’aime, t’aime, t’aime, je t’aime