That weekend in Spring when we'd had just about enough
Booked a flight for Charles de Gaulle and then we just took off
Aznavour records on a battered old Dansette
My love for Edith I know I will not regret
That look upon your face I will never forget
The moment we arrived
We went to Paris to look at art
Stayed in a hotel close to Montmartre
You Simone de Beauvoir and me Jean-Paul Sartre
Such an existential pair
The Champs Elysees in the rain
Revolutionary bookshops on the left bank of the Seine
Buskers on the Place de Magdelene
And the steps of the Sacre Coeur
You looking sober and unamused
While I'm hungover and emotionally abused
You struck there match that sparked a fire in my soul
Watched in wonder as the flames burned out of control
Call out the Gendarme notify Interpol
It was the time of our lives
Two nights in Paris that was the start
Of something special there in Montmartre
Like Jean-Luc Goddard and his Bande Aparte
We were a law unto ourselves
The Mona Lisa I bet she was a pain
Yann Thierson and the Strokes the ear worms in my brain
Window shopping Hermes, we saw Shakeira Caine
And she looked like something else
Living a fantasy straight out of Amelie
More than magically real
Michelin restaurants Pigalle debutantes
The night we stormed the Bastille
The Champs Elysees in the rain
Revolutionary bookshops on the left bank of the Seine
Busking on the Place de Magdelene
and the steps of the Sacre Coeur
Yes you and I were there
