A necklace is love
A ring is love
A rock from some obnoxious little king is love
A sapphire with a star is lvoe
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You would think it would embarrass all the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love!
I don’t understand the Parisians
Making love every time they get the chance
I don’t understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Anytime
And under every tree in town
They’re in session two by two
What a crime with all there is to see in town
I don’t understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it And speak highly of it
I don’t understand
The Parisians
When it’s warm
They take a carriage ride at night
Close their eyes and hug and kiss
When it’s cold
They simply move inside at night
There must be more to life than this
I don’t understand the Parisians
Thinking love so miraculous and grand
But they rave about it and won’t live without it I don’t understand
The Parisians