| Springtime in Paris it was late in the night
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| And, I was looking round at all the usual sights
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| Suddenly there right in front of my eyes
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| I saw this girl and I sighed je t’aime
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| Felt my passion rising as I watched her go by
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| I speak a little francais so I gave it a try
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| I was confused — she’d put my mind in a haze
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| Then I remembered a phrase — je t’aime
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| Stay with me — mon chérie
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| Maybe then
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| You’ll say je t’aime
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| Stay with me — please say oui
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| To a rendez-vous
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| Je t’aime — means I love you
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| Parlez-vous anglais didn’t bring no success
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| And she won’t say her name or even write her address
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| Don’t wanna lose her in the Champs Elysées
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| Only one thing I can say — je t’aime
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| Mademoiselle has got to me like no-one before
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| And I just wanna love her
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| And then love her some more
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| Wish that I’d learnt — my lessons better at school
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| I’m standing here like a fool — je t’aime |