Take Me to Paris - Inara George

Take me to Paris

Give me wine, give me company, give me leisure

Let me brush your hair

Let me hold you for a little while

Nothing to measure

No one to please

No one to see

Run naked through the street

And drink Champagne

And make you love me even more than you do

Who have we become?

Something better, something heavy

Something together

Holding all your hands

So lucky and unlucky

We’ll always remember

No one to please

No one to see

Run naked through the streets

And drink Champagne

And make you love me even more than you do

Take me to Paris

Take me to Paris

Take me to Paris