Lyrics:
Midnight In Paris

shoes Don't mean anything unless I'm dancin' with you Dancin' with you Midnight, midnight in Paris Midnight, midnight in Paris Midnight, midnight in Paris Midnight, midnight in Paris When you're in Paris

Translation: Stephen Stills. Midnight In Paris.

going back to find (Going back to find) What's left of his world The world he left behind not so long ago He's leaving (Leaving) On that midnight train to Georgia (Leaving on a midnight

Hottest bags, got the meanest handler Yes, she is the hottest thing When I'm out and takin' trips I mean, there she goes up in my mix From Paris, Peru

, well, well, well Sweet soul sister Forever dancing on and on, yeah Hustle and strut through Paris at night Hustle and strut Hustle and strut through Paris

up wasted and I might wake up dead Might wake up and look around and jump back into bed Because my mind keeps a movin'... [ guitar ] Sittin' home at midnight

to sleep under the dark sky too Stars a rising When the night comes Everybody knows it's better in the midnight hour Wilson Pickett says it's better in the midnight

Now, you don?t wash ya ass, you got a personal bather If you roll out of bed it's like you doin' a favor You was born into paper and that behavior For a midnight

the dead of the night scared of thunder scared of might but you're by my side and we were both born on the fourth of july about fifteen minutes before midnight