Paris lyrics

I want to go to Paris

I want to go today

You can spank my bare ass

While wearing your beret

We can drink expresso.

I'd like to lose all track.

We'll run away together

'Cause everyone is sick.

Hey the greedy ones fuck your ideals,

Hey the greedy ones screw your principles

I just want some Coco Chanel

How'd we get here. This is hell.

I want to go to Paris.

I know where we can stay.

You can spank my bare ass

While wearing your beret.

It will be much better

[...] tell me [...]

There won't be any football

We'll do whatever we want.

Hey the greedy ones fuck your ideals,

Hey the greedy ones screw your plans.

I just want some Coco Chanel

Champs d'Elysee and holding hands.

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.

Ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh.