Paris Dance

Paris France, bruises and lies
A pretty man you hardly know between your thighs
Whispering pretty things he'll never realize

When you've done the Paris Dance

No matter when, someday you'll part
Come tempest, illness, death, or luggage on a cart
Just tell him I am not Simone and he's not Jean-Paul Sartre

When you've done the Paris dance

Je ne sais pas pourquoi cette arrivée de cette façon

No matter what, he'll break your heart
He'll find another pretty girl to play your part
Survival of the gentlest is something of an art

When you've done the Paris dance
You'll be done, you'll be done, you'll be done
You'll be done, you'll be done, you'll be done
You'll be done, you'll be done
With Paris France



Credits
Writer(s): Rudy Simone
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