Paris

Paris

Real love
Real love
You mean real love?
Not me
It can not be
He came like a thief
He came like a knight
He was not a villain
He came like a Prince
He came like a King
He was no Napoleon
More like a Beethoven
He came with trumpets
He came with Congas
He came with flutes
He came with clarinets
He came with a guitar
He came with a piano
He came with white roses and violins
He came with a opera
A symphony
He came speaking French
It is he I cherish
He gave me all of Paris