A Tale of One City
I'll whisk you off to Paris
I'll even fly the plane
There'll only be one passenger
And that one has your name
You'll sit right beside me
I'll show you how it's done
High above the ocean
Towards the rising sun
And then as we approach her
Awakening from the night
Drowsy streets and boulevards
That glorious City of Light!
Bon jour amour, good morning
Parlez vous Francais?
Don't worry, I don't either
We'll take a class one day
A quick nap then we'll get up
Walk to Arc de Triomphe
Arm in arm, boutiquing
For anything you want
May I please have the pleasure
Of taking you by hand?
A touch that I would treasure
My lady, you're so grand
And when day one is over
A toast of Veuve Clicquot
To you my precious sweetheart
Forever I'll you know
Paris has two nicknames
The one I wrote before
It's true, the lights are glorious
But the next one I like more
This name suits it better
It fits us like a glove
Beautiful together
In the City of Love
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2024
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