Текст песни
You couldn't lie to me in Paris
You wouldn't want to embarrass
Yourself in front of the fathers of the fellas
Who'd raise their eyebrow umbrellas
Never one for a fuss
Unless it is just the two of us
We started getting into trouble, you see
When we started loving in degrees
The coming and going spirit's in the door hinges
And I'm sitting peeling Suzanne's oranges
Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for escaping
The love that we've been making
For what I put into question, you put into bed
Just like you put those wicked thoughts into my head
Tell me, when are you leaving town?
The sight of you makes me teary-eyed
Your body's been honest
But here again it lies
So I'm going to that city saved by paper and not soul
Which judging by those standards could've been a letter that you wrote
Sur ce, très chère, adieu
Voilà trop causer
Le temps qu'on perd à lire une missive
N'a pas valu la peine qu'on l'écrive
Oh, tes paupières parapluies