My Baby Lives in Paris

My Baby Lives in Paris

Far from the Eiffel Tower

In his arrondissement

Nineteen lilies flower

Blooming in my flavor

Doing me a favor

Sweet smell of decision

Come closer, out of vision

The night brings us home

Where we can be skin and bone

My Baby Lives in Paris

He buys cigarettes

Downstairs at the Turkish tabac

Then past the Chinese market

For bread and pain au chocolat

Wake me up while they're still hot.

We eat our breakfast in bed,

Café crème on my neck

In the morning, doves cry

The clouds part, and the sun shines

In the morning, doves cry

The clouds part, and the sun shines

Come, shower, get dressed

My baby lives in Paris

We walk up to the doorstep

Birthplace of Edith Piaf

I sing a song of hers and

A song of yours and mine and

Our love just beginning

I'm so full of longing

Oh j'aime, j'aime, j'aime, je t'aime

Oh je t'aime, t'aime, t'aime, je t'aime