Midnight In Paris - Like

Swear to God you like Brown sugar on sweet honey

Glistening like ocean waves under sun rays

Breezy on this Sunday brunch We sip mimosas like, like we supposed to I need a

close up

Your frame is right Your image is hi res, quality’s hi-def This Kweli and Hi-Tek

Reflection Eternal plays We talking and burn J’s

Discussing the universe It’s so much for her to say

Intrigued by your beautiful mind I’m past breathless

As we head to the store for jazz records She pulls out Coltrane She pulls out

Fitzgerald

Only unicorns make it to this level, angelic Your presence is a gift from the

heavens So I praise up high and thank the Reverend, God bless

Surprise fresh as Crest toothpaste Lets jet this place before it gets too late

Ah yes Swear to God you like Caramel on a Fuji apple

«Killing Me Softly» like that Fugees sample A true example

Smooth as Camp Lo You do your dance slow

Usually causal But never too much like Luther Vandross

Vintage Louis sandals and Chloe frames Miles Davis on your Pandora mix no Boney

James

Hop a train from Spain to France and view the terrace

Take a trip to Rouge Paris to ride the Ferris

Horse-and-carriage rides through the cobblestone

Symbolizes you are not alone As we fly to Rome hoping time zones

Fly shows, fitted tuxes, live poems On my European like Clive Owens