LYRICS GAME

Paris, it's the city of lovers

She's been living in Paris for less than 3 months

But she's already got it all, the how-to manual

She uses tons of words I don't know

Rides a Vespa

Her friends have weird first names, Béné, Alix, FX, Elise-Ange

Yeah, it's not their names, no

That bother me, nor their bangs

She keeps telling me we gotta catch up

And brunch together one of these days

And check out a show at 104, Larry Clark

Why not

But not tomorrow

‘Cause madam's overbooked, always glued to her MacBook and

And when she tells me we can bump into each other

On Facebook, that's the last straw

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

She lives in Paris, it's not like I’m judging

It's so different past the périphérique

It's not the same music, the same outfits

Her mom, her buddies and their vodka tonics

I see her less often because madam, yeah

Heads to the sea for Easter

Her friends have big houses, Saint-Briac

Don't know it

Me, my Apache mug and my accent

I know, it makes her right-thinking friends smile

And yet, I often wait for her in the wind

I'd like her to be a bit like before again

But she and her Vélib are organic tomatoes and her iPhone

Her Boston terrier

Me, the rain pounds me

While I struggle for hours at the intercom

But nobody's there

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

Madam is chic!

Cocktails, sarongs, banks of the Seine

Madam complicates life by being a bohemian

Madam is chic!

American Apparel, H&M

She's a hippie chic!

But where's the lady I love

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't get anything she says

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

She lives in Paris

She's got white Converse

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes

She lives in Paris

I think she forgets me

She's got new friends, you know

New clothes

And me, I hang out along the Seine

But where's the lady I love

I don't understand what she says anymore

She lives in Paris, hope nothing changes