Paris

Faith Hill

The train pulled into Paris 
Like a rocket to the moon. 
The station's like a circus 

Every face is a cartoon. 
And everyone's stoned on pride 
And drunk on cheap champagne. 

Tonight this joie de vivre 
Sure don't live up to its name. 
Now all I can say is 

I'd give this world to you 
Every rock and every stone 
Every masterpiece in Rome 

And if you'd ask me to 
I'd steal the Mona Lisa 
Tear it up in little pieces 

And lay them at your feet 
For all the world to see. 
But tonight I can't give you Paris. 

Aristicats are everywhere 
And the air is as thick as thieves. 
She'd like nothing better than to 

Steal the breath from me. 
And the tower's lights ain't shinin' 
As it hangs its head in shame 

At the sight of American blood 
On the streets of St. Germain 
Washin' up into the Seine 

And I'd give this world to you 
I'd steal the crown and kingdom 
From the Queen of England 

And if you'd ask me to 
I'd take this city in my hands 
Break it down to grains of sand 

And lay them at your feet 
For all the world to see. 
But tonight I can't give you Paris.