Paris

The best thing when I finally got to Paris wasn’t Mary and the angels at Notre Dame
The best thing when I finally got to Paris were not the walks along the Rue Saint Severin
The best thing when I finally got to Paris wasn’t music or chocolate by the bed
The best thing when I finally got to Paris was holding the hand of one I wish to wed
The best thing when I finally got to Paris wasn’t avant garde or freshly baked baguettes
The best thing when I finally got to Paris was not Montmartre or even Crepe suzette
The best thing when I finally got to Paris was not the Louvre where I made a secret prayer
The best thing when I finally got to Paris was holding the hand of one who took me there

And all our dreams are rolling down the Seine. Will we find them once again?
All those dreams, those dreams that made us cry can come back any time and stay to dry your eye

The best thing when you finally got to Paris wasn’t champagne or Christian Dior
The best thing when you finally got to Paris wasn’t cinema or hearing j’tadore
The best thing when you finally got to Paris wasn’t coffee and cognac in the street
The best thing when you finally got to Paris was the one who made your heart begin to beat
The best thing when you finally got to Paris was not Moulin Rouge or even Sacre Couer
The best thing when you finally got to Paris was not the sound of Chat Noir begin to purr
The best thing when you finally got to Paris was not the pyramid you picked up with your hands
The best thing when you finally got to Paris was being there with one who understands

And all our dreams are rolling down the Seine. Will we find them once again?
All those dreams, those dreams that made us cry can come back anytime, we’re Love Locked ‘till we die

The best thing if you finally get to Paris Is not what you might take from view to view
The best thing if you finally get to Paris Is what you take to Paris with you