My head was in the clouds
And not a soul around
In the blossom of youth, so aloof on the roofs of paris
As my bicycle flew, down the avenue
My heart did sing, because you gave me wings, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?
That you can surrogately
Be my papa
I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?
Perhaps embarassingly
That you\'re my papa
I was born in your arms, and I'll never depart, oh-oh

All alone as I roam, In a trolley car
I can never be far from your belle boulevard, oh-oh
In autumn you become like a chameleon
And we dance to the hum of the accordion

Paris may we agree?
That you can surrogately
Be my papa
I was born in the arms, of your sacred heart, oh-oh

Paris may we agree?
Perhaps embarassingly
That you're my papa
I was born in your arms and I'll never depart, oh-oh
I'll never be far, oh-oh, I'll never depart
You're my papa Paris