Paris Girls

Hyacinths go well with fractured cobblestones Shutters always match the window boxes The women that sit behind balconies Have higher cheekbones than I Their fingernails lack the dirt fixed underneath mine But what do they know What do the girls in Paris know And I would like to know What the girls in Paris know They're fastening their two toned shoes at night Always baring shoulders and wearing tights Feeling palm lines of a lover across the table I bet later on he'll trace the notches in her spine But what do they know What do the girls in Paris know And I would like to know What the girls in Paris know Maybe it's the way they pronounce arrondissement Si je parle français, je serai une fille de paris But what do they know What do the girls in Paris know And I would like to know What the girls in Paris know What the girls in paris know