See that table? See that street?
A great book started there
See that old and faded seat?
It was a writer's chair
Every garden, every park
Gave birth to a thought
To each cafe after dark
A new idea was brought
Write, write, write on the left bank
Left, left, left on the right
If you love words, you must have heard
Paris is a writer's delight
Paris is a writer's delight
If you sit down on this bench
For a little doze
Suddenly, in perfect French
There's poetry or prose
Write, write, write on the left bank
Left, left, left on the right
If you love words, you must have heard
Paris is a writer's delight
Paris is a writer's delight