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

J’aime, j’aime, j’aime
Je t’aime, t’aime, t’aime, je t’aime
J’aime, j’aime, j’aime, je t'aime
J’aime, j’aime, j’aime, je t'aime