Paris! Wow! The beauty.. the lights lighting up the night Give me the summer breeze blowing through that magnificent structure called Eiffel.. I want the life, the music, the smell of steamed shrimp filling the air. I want hot air balloon's floating around the tower. Please give me a moment to pause in my life as I await my bride dressed in white satin. So harsh has been the world and I fear this may be my last chance for a kiss. Please bring your wine and funny stories to tell. Let's celebrate a dreams dream of love high in the sky. I so want the colors of forgotten music to kiss our cheeks. Smile for me my love, and let Paris play it's golden flute. I love them so. Let us sail on that ocean of French wine. Let us toss red roses for their weary hearts. Oh, yes, my love! Paris is magic..
cafetwo2010: Paris! Wow! The beauty.. the lights lighting up the night Give me the summer breeze blowing through that magnificent structure called Eiffel.. I want the life, the music, the smell of steamed shrimp filling the air. I want hot air balloon's floating around the tower. Please give me a moment to pause in my life as I await my bride dressed in white satin. So harsh has been the world and I fear this may be my last chance for a kiss. Please bring your wine and funny stories to tell. Let's celebrate a dreams dream of love high in the sky. I so want the colors of forgotten music to kiss our cheeks. Smile for me my love, and let Paris play it's golden flute. I love them so. Let us sail on that ocean of French wine. Let us toss red roses for their weary hearts. Oh, yes, my love! Paris is magic..
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Give me the summer breeze blowing through that magnificent structure called Eiffel..
I want the life, the music, the smell of steamed
shrimp filling the air. I want hot air balloon's floating
around the tower. Please give me a moment to
pause in my life as I await my bride dressed in
white satin. So harsh has been the world and I
fear this may be my last chance for a kiss. Please
bring your wine and funny stories to tell. Let's
celebrate a dreams dream of love high in the sky.
I so want the colors of forgotten music to kiss
our cheeks. Smile for me my love, and let Paris
play it's golden flute. I love them so. Let us sail
on that ocean of French wine. Let us toss red
roses for their weary hearts. Oh, yes, my love!
Paris is magic..
Cafe
Amercian poet