We were drunk fools in Paris, stumbling on the sidewalk
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that runs along the Seine, and on the Cathedral
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all the gargoyles watched us laughing,
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"Two stupid Americans..."
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We were at the mercy of this passionate waiter
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who pulled the corks at the Osterasis Cafe
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he kept serving us wine we hadn't ordered
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then he blamed us for the weather,
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it was cold and rainy -
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but we raised a glass up to him anyway
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We did Paris in a day,
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what would Marie Antionette say?
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We made a vow on the Champs Elysees
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that nothing would come between us
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The Mona Lisa, I said, "She smiles just like she knows me"
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you said, "She's a woman with nothing to lose -
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She gathers a crowd around her, then she
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flirts with perfect strangers, but she'll
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never take a lover in the Louvre -
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she will never take a lover in the Louvre..."
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We did Paris in a Day
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what would Quasimodo say?
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Would he stand on top of Notre Dame
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and throw down tourists to us?
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a thousand stairs up the Pompadou
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we were gasping at the view
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if we tried for Jim Morrison's gravesite too
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we'd probably have to find a tour bus
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and man, how do we find a tour bus
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without finding another day
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We took the M across the Seine
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and headed for the Eiffel tower
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and there the street merchants
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called us out by name
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"Cool shades here for the Americans"
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They said in their finest hipster English
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and then they told us, "Every Yankee looks the same"
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I said, "Is it the camera case, or our American grace?"
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They said,
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"You all just look the same..."
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We lit a candle for a ghost in the Notre Dame Cathedral
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We got lost on the Left Bank looking for a place in which to stay
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when we told the waiter there what we had done, he said,
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"Only an American would attempt Paris in a day...
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Only an American would do Paris in a day..."
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We did Paris in a day
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what would Marcel Marceau say?
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We put up our feet at the Fountain Cafe
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and toasted the bond between us
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We drank sherry with an Englishman
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we caught up like long lost friends
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under the Arc we watched the sunset end
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and laughed at the miles that had passed beneath us
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the miles that passed beneath us
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You said, "That's kilometres, baby"
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but I wouldn't let it come between us
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nothing will come between us
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nothing will come between us...
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Paris in a Day
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Ellis Paul |