Midnight In Paris

Swear to God you like Brown sugar on sweet honey
Glistening like ocean waves under sun rays
Breezy on this Sunday brunch We sip mimosas like, like we supposed to I need a
close up
Your frame is right Your image is hi res, quality’s hi-def This Kweli and Hi-Tek
Reflection Eternal plays We talking and burn J’s
Discussing the universe It’s so much for her to say
Intrigued by your beautiful mind I’m past breathless
As we head to the store for jazz records She pulls out Coltrane She pulls out
Fitzgerald
Only unicorns make it to this level, angelic Your presence is a gift from the
heavens So I praise up high and thank the Reverend, God bless
Surprise fresh as Crest toothpaste Lets jet this place before it gets too late
Ah yes Swear to God you like Caramel on a Fuji apple
«Killing Me Softly» like that Fugees sample A true example
Smooth as Camp Lo You do your dance slow
Usually causal But never too much like Luther Vandross
Vintage Louis sandals and Chloe frames Miles Davis on your Pandora mix no Boney
James
Hop a train from Spain to France and view the terrace
Take a trip to Rouge Paris to ride the Ferris
Horse-and-carriage rides through the cobblestone
Symbolizes you are not alone As we fly to Rome hoping time zones
Fly shows, fitted tuxes, live poems On my European like Clive Owens