-
, your lips. They pull me in the moment. You and I alone, and. People may be watching. I don't mind 'cause. Anywhere with you feels right. Anywhere with you feels like. Paris in the rain. Paris in the rain
-
-
Paris, j'ai pris perpète. Paris, j'ai perdu la tête pour toi. Ah ah ah Paris, quelle comédienne. Paris, quelle mise en scène de choix. Ah ah ah Ah ah ah. Paris, tu prends tes airs de diva. Avec
-
I love Paris in the springtime. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles,. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles. . I love Paris every moment,. Every moment of
-
Bài hát Paris - The Chainsmokers. We were staying in Paris. To get away from your parents. And I thought, "Wow. If I could take this in a shot right now. I don't think that we could work this out
-
I love Paris in the spring time. I love Paris in the fall. I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles. I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles I love Paris every moment. Every moment of the
-
But when I get to Paris. We'll paint all our portraits. In brush-strokes of yellow. And christen the canvas The left bank is crying. For color to crown it. Like the roof of a palace. We'll drink
-
All of the boys and the girls here, in Paris. Sing to the night without sight, but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck, but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris?. . My
-
All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
-
All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
-
All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
-
All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
-
All of the boys and the girls here in Paris. Sing to the night without sight but with madness. I can't keep up, I'm a wreck but I want it. Tell me the truth, is it love or just Paris? All of the
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be her skies. Whether loud be her cheers or whether soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. . I love Paris in the
-
tiParis. arDido. alWhite Flag. Paris. Dido. Coming back from Paris on the train. I really didn't care if the journey took all day. Trying to turn the pages of my magazine. While trying to keep ahold
-
Every time I look down on this timeless town. Whether blue or gray be the sky. Whether loud be her cheers or where soft be her tears. More and more do I realize. I love Paris in the springtime
-
I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
-
I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I never new my heart could sing. Never missed a warm embrace. . April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees
-
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the moon. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise. . I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face-to-face
-
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
-
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
-
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
-
April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom. Holiday tables under the trees. April in Paris, this is a feeling. No one can ever reprise I never knew the charm of spring. Never met it face to face. I
-
