Paris

Every word is a made-up word

Every line's in a song that you've already heard

Every day is a stretch of road

Please stop me if I'm saying what you already know

When the music stops, we'll still be dancing

You don't have to tell me what romance is

You said that being in love is what we're all meant to do

I said those three little words won't automatically make it true

'Cause every word is a made-up word

Every line's in a song that we've already hear

Now I wonder if my heart will hurt

If you get to Paris first

Will I be lying there awake?

Or will I know that in Rome will my whole word shake?

Will I regret everything I said?

Or will I wish I'd let you lie on my side of the bed?

You don't have to tell me what romance is

You said that being in love is what we're all meant to do

I said those three little words won't automatically make it true

'Cause every word is a made-up word

Every line's in a song that we've already heard

Now I wonder if my heart will hurt

If you get to Paris first

Is it too late, have I missed the boat?

Is there a plane I can catch before the bar is closed?

You said that being in love is what we're all meant to do

I said those three little words won't automatically make it true

'Cause every word is a made-up word

Every line's in a song that we've already heard

Now I wonder if my heart will hurt

If you get to Paris first

Paris first