Leif Vollebekk - You Couldn't Lie to Me In Paris lyrics

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)