Ohhh Yeahhh
Paris honeymoon, boho
Sleep late, let that rooster crow!
Jeans and boots and off we go
Coffee in a quaint bistro
See the Seine and view its flow
Musée d'Orsay and art nouveau
Nothing rushed, we'll take it slow
No fanfare, we're just layin' low
A picnic with a nice bordeaux
Sit and watch the flowers grow
Pick some dandelions to blow
Until the sunset's final glow
Once in our room let's make it snow
Toast our love with Veuve Clicquot
Sweet music start to make, you know?
You be the strings, I'll be the bow
A single song made by duo
Some gifts we choose to give solo
Up and down and to and fro
Side to side, above, below
All of me to you I'll show
I'll be your troubadour, although
There's not the time to be your beau
I do today for to-morrow
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