Lyrics Paris - Nichole Alden

Paris

Fly her in from paris
Show her how you’ve been treating me
No she won’t be angry
A boy’s got to be what a boy’s got to be
Sleep then when your conscience
Tells you nothing’s wrong
And hold on to your baby
She’ll never hear this song
Fly her in from paris
Show her how you’ve been touching me
No, she won’t be bitter
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
And some nights when you’re dreaming
I know you’ll remember me
But hold on to your baby
There’s such thing as loyalty