enough Without some young sucka runnin' up You don't know me, so don't step I roll to the right and then bust your lip Paris is my name, I don't sleep
She went down so low, thought she?d Never ever find the surface again Went so far astray thought she?d Never find her way back home Hated to think about
God of all, we come to praise You We lift Your name on high in all the earth God of all, we come to praise You We lift Your name on high in all the earth
One by one We climb the mountain of ambition One by one And we bow at the altar of tradition One by one Somebody tell me what are we building? You know
Your only Son, no sin to hide But You have sent Him from Your side To walk upon this guilty sod And to become the Lamb of God Your gift of love, they
One by one We climb the mountain of ambition One by one And we bow at the altar of tradition One by one Somebody tell me what are we building You know
The joy of the Lord will be my strength I will not falter, I will not faint He is my Shepherd, I am not afraid The joy of the Lord is my strength The
For the young abandoned husband left alone without a reason For the pilgrim in the city where there is no home For the son without a father, for his solitary
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
No doubt I'm changing into a better pair of cherry And it's time I feel good for love, love I am aching green pea motion, I am feeling strained emotion
Dans le Paris de Notre-Dame De Notre-Dame de Paris Y a un clochard qu'en a plein le dos De porter Notre-Dame sur son dos Il se prend pour Quasimodo Regarde
L'espoir fleurit Au ciel de Paris Sous le ciel de Paris Coule un fleuve joyeux Hum Hum Il endort dans la nuit Les clochards et les gueux Sous le ciel de Paris
She is susceptible He is impossible They have their cross to share Three of a perfect pair He has his contradicting views She has her cyclothymic moods
place And I have decided I'm throwing my arms around Around Paris because Only stone and steel accept my love I'm throwing my arms around Around Paris
We are a couple of grouches Singing a wonderful song Some of the notes are just perfect But some of the notes are all wrong! La la-la la-la-la La la-
We're a couple of swells We stop at the best hotels But we prefer the country far Away from the city smells We're a couple of sports The pride of the
make my move If I was a blade I'd shave you smooth If I was a judge I'd break the law And if I was from Paris, if I was from Paris I would go: oh-la-la
boyfriend; he was as sweet as he could be. But one look at you and I was through my heart switched up on me. Like a postcard from Paris when I've seen