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Faith Hill - Paris
| Előadó: | Faith Hill |
|---|---|
| Album: | Keressük! |
| Szövegírók: |
Gordie Sampson Blair Daly Troy Verges |
|---|---|
| Zeneszerzők: |
Gordie Sampson Blair Daly Troy Verges |
| Kiadó: | Keressük! |
| Stílus: | Keressük! |
| Címkék: | Keressük! |
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The train pulled into Paris
like a rocket to the moon
The station's like a circus
every face is a cartoon
Everybody's stoned on pride
and drunk on cheap champagne
Tonight this joie de vivre sure
don't live up to its name
And now all that I can say
[Chorus:]
Is I'd give this world to you
Every rock and every stone
every masterpiece in Rome
And if you asked me to
I'd steel the Mona Lisa,
tear it up in little pieces
And lay them at your feet
For all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris
Aristocrats are everywhere
And the air's as thick as thieves
She'd like nothing better
than to steal the breathe from me
The tower's lights ain't shinin'
as it hangs its head in shame
At the sight of american blood
on the streets of St. Germain
Washin' up into the Seine
[repeat chorus]
And I'd give this world to you
I'd steal the crown and kingdom
from the Queen of England
And if you asked me to
I'd take this city in my hands,
break it down in grains of sand
And lay them at your feet
For all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris
like a rocket to the moon
The station's like a circus
every face is a cartoon
Everybody's stoned on pride
and drunk on cheap champagne
Tonight this joie de vivre sure
don't live up to its name
And now all that I can say
[Chorus:]
Is I'd give this world to you
Every rock and every stone
every masterpiece in Rome
And if you asked me to
I'd steel the Mona Lisa,
tear it up in little pieces
And lay them at your feet
For all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris
Aristocrats are everywhere
And the air's as thick as thieves
She'd like nothing better
than to steal the breathe from me
The tower's lights ain't shinin'
as it hangs its head in shame
At the sight of american blood
on the streets of St. Germain
Washin' up into the Seine
[repeat chorus]
And I'd give this world to you
I'd steal the crown and kingdom
from the Queen of England
And if you asked me to
I'd take this city in my hands,
break it down in grains of sand
And lay them at your feet
For all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris
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