| We were drunk fools in Paris, stumbling on the sidewalk
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| That runs along the Seine, and on the Cathedral
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| All the gargoyles watched us laughing
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| «Two stupid Americans…»
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| We were at the mercy of this passionate waiter
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| Who pulled the corks at the Osterasis Cafe
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| He kept serving us wine we hadn’t ordered
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| Then he blamed us for the weather
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| It was cold and rainy —
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| But we raised a glass up to him anyway
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| We did Paris in a day
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| What would Marie Antionette say?
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| We made a vow on the Champs Elysees
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| That nothing would come between us
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| The Mona Lisa, I said, «She smiles just like she knows me»
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| You said, «She's a woman with nothing to lose —
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| She gathers a crowd around her, then she
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| Flirts with perfect strangers, but she’ll
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| Never take a lover in the Louvre —
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| She will never take a lover in the Louvre…»
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| We did Paris in a Day
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| What would Quasimodo say?
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| Would he stand on top of Notre Dame
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| And throw down tourists to us?
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| A thousand stairs up the Pompadou
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| We were gasping at the view
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| If we tried for Jim Morrison’s gravesite too
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| We’d probably have to find a tour bus
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| And man, how do we find a tour bus
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| Without finding another day
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| We took the M across the Seine
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| And headed for the Eiffel tower
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| And there the street merchants
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| Called us out by name
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| «Cool shades here for the Americans»
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| They said in their finest hipster English
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| And then they told us, «Every Yankee looks the same»
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| I said, «Is it the camera case, or our American grace?»
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| They said
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| «You all just look the same…»
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| We lit a candle for a ghost in the Notre Dame Cathedral
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| We got lost on the Left Bank looking for a place in which to stay
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| When we told the waiter there what we had done, he said
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| «Only an American would attempt Paris in a day…
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| Only an American would do Paris in a day…»
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| We did Paris in a day
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| What would Marcel Marceau say?
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| We put up our feet at the Fountain Cafe
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| And toasted the bond between us
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| We drank sherry with an Englishman
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| We caught up like long lost friends
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| Under the Arc we watched the sunset end
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| And laughed at the miles that had passed beneath us
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| The miles that passed beneath us
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| You said, «That's kilometres, baby»
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| But I wouldn’t let it come between us
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| Nothing will come between us
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| Nothing will come between us… |