Текст песни My Baby Lives in Paris - Mia Doi Todd
                                                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
 
                                    
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