My Baby Lives in Paris

My Baby Lives in Paris
Far from the Eiffel Tower
In his arrondissement
Nineteen lilies flower
Blooming in my flavor
Doing me a favor
Sweet smell of decision
Come closer, out of vision
The night brings us home
Where we can be skin and bone
My Baby Lives in Paris
He buys cigarettes
Downstairs at the Turkish tabac
Then past the Chinese market
For bread and pain au chocolat
Wake me up while they’re still hot
We eat our breakfast in bed
Café crème on my neck
In the morning, doves cry
The clouds part, and the sun shines
In the morning, doves cry
The clouds part, and the sun shines
Come, shower, get dressed
My baby lives in Paris
We walk up to the doorstep
Birthplace of Edith Piaf
I sing a song of hers and
A song of yours and mine and
Our love just beginning
I’m so full of longing
Oh j’aime, j’aime, j’aime, je t’aime
Oh je t’aime, t’aime, t’aime, je t’aime