A necklace is love?
A ring is love?
A rock from some obnoxious
Little king is love?
A diamond studded star is love?
An ugly black cigar is love?
Everything you are is love?
You would think it would embarra**
All the people here in Paris
To be thinking every minute of love! I don't understand the Parisians
Making love every time they get a chance! I don't understand the Parisians
Wasting every lovely night on romance Any time and under every tree in town
They're in session two by two
What a crime
With all there is to see in town
They can't find something else to do! I don't understand how Parisians
Never tire of walking hand in hand!
But they seem to love it,
And speak highly of it!
I don't understand the Parisians! I don't understand the Parisians
Making all this to-do about l'amour!
I don't understand the Parisians
All this la-di-da is so immature When it's warm
They take a carriage ride at night
Close their eyes and hug and kiss
When it's cold
They simply move inside at night
There must be more to life than this! I don't understand the Parisians
Thinking love so miraculous and grand
But they rave about it
And won't live without it!
I don't understand— The Parisians!