| Every time I see you, I see Paris in your eyes
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| A hint of the forbidden, Brigitte Bardot style
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| Every time I dream of you, I dream that distant land
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| Where I once held tomorrow in my hand
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| First time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| You told me how you loved me Under blue Picasso skies
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| We spoke of Michelangelo
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| And we solved each others' lives
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| The first time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| Every time I touched you,
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| I could taste a breath of spring
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| April in Paris is every lover’s dream
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| Every time I’d call your name,
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| It would sound so much in tune
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| Just like Notre dame cathedral at high noon
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| First time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| You told me how you loved me Under blue Picasso skies
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| We spoke of Michelangelo
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| And we solved each others' lives
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| The first time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| Now every time I see you April showers seem to start
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| And they rain on every hope I have
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| 'Til they hurricane my heart
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| And every time I dream of you
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| I dream of what we had
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| And wonder how could something so good go so bad
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| The last time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| You told me you were leaving
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| Under blue Picasso skies
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| We spoke of Michelangelo
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| And believed each others' lies
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| The last time I saw Paris in your eyes
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| The last time I saw Paris in your eyes |