My head was in the clouds and I was all around In the blossom of youth So I look from the roofs of Paris As my bicycle flew down the avenue My heart did sing Because you given me wings, wouoh
Paris, may we agree that you can () Be my Papa I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, wouoh
Paris, may we agree, you have () me That you my papa I was born in your arms, (), wouoh
All alone as I run in a trolley car I can never be found From your belle boulevard, wouoh...