Papa Paris

My head was in the clouds And not a soul around In the blossom of youth, so aloof on the roofs of paris As my bicycle flew, down the avenue My heart did sing, Because you gave me wings, oh-oh Paris may we agree? That you can surrogately Be my papa I was born in the arms of your sacred heart, oh-oh Paris may we agree? Perhaps embarassingly That you\'re my papa I was born in your arms, and I\'ll never depart, oh-oh All alone as I roam, In a trolley car I can never be far from your belle boulevard, oh-oh In autumn you become like a chameleon And we dance to the hum of the accordion Paris may we agree? That you can surrogately Be my papa I was born in the arms, Of your sacred heart, oh-oh Paris may we agree? Perhaps embarassingly That you\'re my papa I was born in your arms and I\'ll never depart, oh-oh I\'ll never be far, oh-oh, I\'ll never depart You\'re my papa Paris