You couldn't lie to me in Paris
No, you wouldn't want to embarra**
Yourself in front of the fathers of the fellas
Who'd raise their eyebrow umbrellas
Never one for a fuss
Unless it is just the two of us
We started getting into trouble , you see
When we started loving in degrees
The coming and going spirit's in the door hinges
And I'm sitting peeling Suzanne's oranges
Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for escaping
The love that we've been making
What I put into question, you put into bed
Just like you put those wicked thoughts into my head
When are you leaving town?
The sight of you makes me teary-eyed
Your body's been honest
But here again it lies
So I'm going to that city saved by paper and not soul
Which judging by those standards could've been a letter that you wrote
Sur ce, très chère, adieu. Voilà trop causer
Le temps que l'on perd à lire une missive
N'aura jamais valu la peine qu'on écrive
(Oh, tes paupières parapluies)