In Paris there is no parking lot
In Paris there are perfums
In Paris there are beautiful handbags
And sometimes parishioners
There is parquet in houses
There is my godfather on the balcony
There are colors and parties
And parodies of these parties
In Paris there is no parking lot
In Paris there are perfums
In Paris there are beautiful handbags
And sometimes parishioners
Magazines, screens
Umbrellas and trips
One-ways, supporters
particles, semicolons
In Paris there is no parking lot
In Paris there are perfums
In Paris there are beautiful handbags
And sometimes parishioners
There are Englishs, there are talkative people
There are lazy people and boulevards
There are caretakers, hurly-burly
Novels, and "mille feuilles'*
In Paris there is no parking lot
In Paris there are perfums
In Paris there are beautiful handbags
And sometimes parishioners
In Paris there is no parking lot
It's too hot in studios
In Paris there is no parking lot
But she's so beautiful...
The Eiffel Tower!
You bet?