Scott Radke - Midnight In Paris lyrics

[Verse 1] Swear to God you like Brown sugar on sweet honey Glistening like ocean waves under sun rays Breezy on this Sunday brunch We sip mimosas like, like we supposed to I need a close up Your frame is right Your image is hi res, quality's hi-def This Kweli and Hi-Tek Refection Eternal plays We talking and burn J's Discussing the universe It's so much for her to say Intrigued by your beautiful mind I'm past breathless As we head to the store for jazz records She pulls out Coltrane She pulls out Fitzgerald Only unicorns make it to this level, angelic Your presence is a gift from the heavens So I praise up high and thank the Reverend, God bless Surprise fresh as Crest toothpaste Lets jet this place before it gets to late Ah yes [Verse 2] Swear to God you like Caramel on a Fuji apple "k**ing Me Softly" like that Fugees sample A true example Smooth as Camp Lo You do your dance slow Usually causal But never too much like Luther Vandross Vintage Louis sandals and Chloe frames Miles Davis on your Pandora mix no Boney James Hop a train from Spain to France and view the terrace Take a trip to Rouge Paris to ride the Ferris Horse-and-carriage rides through the cobblestone Symbolizes you are not alone As we fly to Rome hoping time zones Fly shows, fitted tuxes, live poems On my European like Clive Owens