The Parisians (Extended Version) [Piano-Vocal Prerecording]

A necklace is love. A ring is love. A rock from some obnoxious little king is love. A sapphire with a star is love. An ugly black cigar is love. Everything you are is love. You would think it would embarrass All the people here in Paris To be thinking every minute of love. I don't understand the Parisians Making love every time they get the chance, I don't understand the Parisians Wasting every lovely night on romance. Any time and under every tree in town, They're in session two by two, What a crime with all there is to see in town, They can't find something else to do. I don't understand how Parisians Never tire of walking hand in hand, They seem to love it, And speak highly of it. I don't understand the Parisians! I don't understand the Parisians! When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night, Close their eyes and hug and kiss. When it's cold, they simply move inside at night, There must be more to life than this! I don't understand the Parisians Thinking love so miraculous and grand But they rave about it, and won't live without it I don't understand the Parisians!