A necklace is love
A ring is love
A rock from some abnoxious little king is love
A diamond studded star is love
An ugly black cigar is love
Everything you are is love
You'd think it would embarrass all the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love
I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time they have the chance
I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance
Any time
And under every tree and town
their incession two by two
what a crime
with all there is to see in town
they can't find something else to do
I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand
But they seem to love it
And speak highly of it
I don't understand the Parisians
I don't understand the Parisians,
Making all this to do about L'amour
I don't understand the Parisians
All this la-di-da is so immature
When it's warm
They take good care outside at night
Close their eyes
Hug
And kiss
When It's cold
They simply move inside at night
There must be more to let them miss
I don't understand the Parisians
Thinking love's so miraculous
And grand
But they rave about it
Amd won't live without it
I don't understand the Parisians...