love in the air under paris skies Try to be smart and don't let your heart catch on fire Love becomes king the moment it's spring under paris skies Lonely
love in the air Under paris skies Try to be smart And don't let your heart catch on fire Love becomes king The moment it's spring Under paris skies Lonely
Translation: Williams, Andy. Under Paris Skies.
Translation: Combo Brave. Under Paris Skies.
Parisian skies Shadows beneath your eyes All we have is now And the arc of your brow You came to leave these shores You have an inkling in your pores
we go I've seen the world, been to many places Made lots of friends, many different races I've had such fun around the world it's true African skies
in the words and I watched her dance to my poems The way she move them hips let me know in advance that she grown I pictured it like Paris Hilton when
forward, rock this boat Party going for days and days Follow your bliss but remember this It?s all about the kiss As I gaze at the skies and look into
love Paris, why oh, why do I love Paris? Because my love is near I love Paris in the spring time I love Paris in the fall I love Paris in the winter
She loves men that can afford, yeah She wants to live fancy Trips to Monaco, designer names from head to toe Live fancy On planes that fly clear across the roaming skies
cigars I'm just a girl, an American girl, I'm just a girl But I'm not an ordinary girl, I'm a Chevy girl I've strolled down Paris streets, been lost
with Jesus, Let us, tell Him all about our troubles, He will, Hear our faintest cry, And He will, answer by and by; Now when you, Feel a little pary
your name, whats your name I'm so glad that I found ya and you came and you came I know my pick up line was pretty lame pretty lame It was from skies
Planet Texas They rode like they was Rangers as they came out of the skies They had High-Tech horses with beacons in their eyes My gun was cocked and
Do you remember those words you whispered to me On that fateful day in Italy, Mr B? I can hear you singing face on fire Blue skies, your eyes, my beautiful
Still this heart is beating wild As yet of no great consequence But oh, When the rhythm is right I catch a wind and fly Far beyond these Paris nights
I'm just a girl, an American girl I'm just a girl, but I'm not an ordinary girl I'm a Chevy girl I've strolled down Paris streets, been lost in London
