A Paris avec une baguette (anglais)

I will humbly sit out this dance
With little chance for regret
And make my way to Paris
With a baguette

All alone the fire trips
Through the ice I'm so cold
I need love I need distance
I need remembrance

I haven't been here in over an hour
Does that make me some kind of monster
Our relations with words, pitiful romance

I will humbly sit out this dance
And make my way to Paris
With little chance for regret
Eating my own baguette

I haven't written in over an hour
Does that make me some kind of monster
Collaborating gives me a chance at your advances



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Writer(s): Scott Baker
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