The taste of the wine and the coffee
The cigarette smoke in the air
The grace and the mystery
The pride and the history
Etches on the face of a city so far
Your cafés and your boulevards
The name that roll from the tongue
Boulevard St. Germain, Versailles and Montmartre
Paris you know that you've stolen my heart
And the back streets that vie with your beauty
You'll hide from my eyes if you can
Like the tell-tale marks of childbirth
A woman will hide from the eyes of a man
Oh - Paris I love you, I hate you
I cry but you do not grieve
For one of your lovers, you've so many others
You don't even notice me go when I leave
