I have too often given my heart away to the men of this world just too see that none of them would stay with me
For a long time
But you are different and you chase all the others away
Because those who search too eager
Will soon be consumed by their search
I keep the rest in old news paper
It smells and the weather is bad
The tank is empty, but I want to leave this place
Without money
I have never been to Paris
She has never been to Paris
I have two tickets for the city of love
Come, we get away from here
She has never been to Paris
I have two tickets for the city of love
And I'll go there with you
I really enjoy this whole thing
But I do not know this place and the looks can be deceiving
And it blinds you anyways
I have never been to Paris
I keep the rest in old news paper
It smells and the weather is bad
The tank is empty, but I want to leave this place
Without money
I have never been to Paris
I can't be bothered, no rules and the weather stays bad
Oh mon ami, oh mon Cherie - I have never been to Paris! Paris! Paris!