A Cold Night in Paris
(And I'm like... girl...
Woah... I love... it here...)
Uh
And oh, I love you!
Never was the man
Filled with bad intention
'Walked to the back
Cause he's scared of hypertension
But the socio-political manifestation (demands it)
Introverted beyond words but he's the goon of the nation!
Talk with no hate, b!
Walk with your plate see -
Humility's a currency -
Exchanging rates is lately -
Worth quite the Pound and some Euros and some Yen
With a pen and a beat, man can now begin, again!
And he'll tell a couple stories, allegorical fables
And maybe meet a bae by the name of Mable
She said "parlez vous francais?"
With his hat in his hand, he said "Non, je parlez pas!
Parce que ça c'était bla bla!"
"Girl Instead I can mend your broken heart with my head
As I cycle through these words with my dictionary and my verbs!
All I really need and, of course, your tender loving!
Girl with those two by my side, yo, I really need nothing!"
I love you
Yeah! Uh...
Girl, you saved my life! What can I say?
A cold night in Paris, waiting for the next day
Up in Château Rouge, eating Senegalese food
I said "tu" instead of "vous"
So I came across as rude...
Spray grafitti on the train to express the pain, uh!
Woah... I love... it here...)
Uh
And oh, I love you!
Never was the man
Filled with bad intention
'Walked to the back
Cause he's scared of hypertension
But the socio-political manifestation (demands it)
Introverted beyond words but he's the goon of the nation!
Talk with no hate, b!
Walk with your plate see -
Humility's a currency -
Exchanging rates is lately -
Worth quite the Pound and some Euros and some Yen
With a pen and a beat, man can now begin, again!
And he'll tell a couple stories, allegorical fables
And maybe meet a bae by the name of Mable
She said "parlez vous francais?"
With his hat in his hand, he said "Non, je parlez pas!
Parce que ça c'était bla bla!"
"Girl Instead I can mend your broken heart with my head
As I cycle through these words with my dictionary and my verbs!
All I really need and, of course, your tender loving!
Girl with those two by my side, yo, I really need nothing!"
I love you
Yeah! Uh...
Girl, you saved my life! What can I say?
A cold night in Paris, waiting for the next day
Up in Château Rouge, eating Senegalese food
I said "tu" instead of "vous"
So I came across as rude...
Spray grafitti on the train to express the pain, uh!
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Writer(s): Sam Turpin
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