We were listening to French music
For them it was just for laughs
Me, in my corner, it made me cry
I'm sensitive at parties
So you'd become my girlfriend
Show my kids how handsome I was
Back then we were on fire
I was trying to write the second verse
And as the nights went by
From blank pages to euphoria
I could feel the effects taking shape
So you'd become my girlfriend
Back then it was Paris
Show my kids how handsome I was
Back then we were on fire
And I made Mom sing too
We were young, we had it all figured out
Back then it was Paris