Paris Dance Lyrics

Paris France, bruises and lies

A pretty man you hardly know between your thighs

Whispering pretty things he'll never realize

When you've done the Paris Dance

No matter when, someday you'll part

Come tempest, illness, death, or luggage on a cart

Just tell him I am not Simone and he's not Jean-Paul Sartre

When you've done the Paris dance

Je ne sais pas pourquoi cette arrivée de cette façon

No matter what, he'll break your heart

He'll find another pretty girl to play your part

Survival of the gentlest is something of an art

When you've done the Paris dance

You'll be done, you'll be done, you'll be done

You'll be done, you'll be done, you'll be done

You'll be done, you'll be done

With Paris France