An Americaine In Paris

When a girl's heart is broke She needs a good joke She needs a café full of perfume and smoke She needs a best friend so witty and bright Princess of the city of lights An Americanne in Paris Her magic working on my heart Red, white, and blue all over you She's helping me make a new start Lovely lazy days in Cafes Sipping on espresso Jazz plays And in Monmarte life is the art Paris I'll always cherish you Oh yes it's true J'etais blue, blue blue Until she found me a new pair of shoes In one of her stores il s'appelle Dior She teaches me 'bout style and vrai l'amour Met a French boy, his kisses divine Like an old Gene Kelley dance singing scene He sends me roses and he says my name In an accent tres mignon And tres tres francaise An Americanne in Paris She's singing of La Vie En Rose Dressed head to toe like Bridget Bordeux Feels like the cover of Vogue Evening's en St. Michelle Jazz a la Caveau Hauchette Chaque journee I am more over you Et chaque soiree est une grande fete