Capo 2
The |[Am]taste of the wine and the |[E7]coffee
The |[Am]cigarette [Am7/g]smoke in the |[Dm]air
The |[G]grace and the mystery
The |[C]pride and the [F]history
|Etches on the [Am]face of a |[C]city so [E]far, La la |[Am]la
La la |[E7]la
La la |[Am]la
La la |[E7]la.
Your |cafés and your |boulevards
The |name that roll from the |tongue
|Boulevard St. |Germain, |Versailles and |Montmartre
|Paris you know that you've |stolen my heart
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
.
And the |back streets that vie with your |beauty
You'll |hide from my eyes if you |can
Like the |tell-tale marks of |childbirth
A |woman will hide from the |eyes of a man
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
.
Oh - |Paris I love you, I |hate you
I |cry but you do not |grieve
For |one of your lovers, you've |so many others
You |don't even notice me |go when I leave
La la la
La la la
La la la
La la la
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