Paris

Girl put your head, back down on the pillow; Put your dress back on the chair For tonight we will talk till tomorrow; For now you're not going nowhere Cause I can't put you down; Can't put you down; Can't put you down; For now Go to the window let air in the room; Oh and thunder that sweet sexy smile; Go to the dresser and pass me the phone; And I'll call your work say you're not well Because I can't put you down; Can't put you down; Won't put you down; For now I can't help but smile as she puts on my robe; And she scuttles across the cold floor And she sings to herself as she waits for the toast; Only makes me love her even more. Because I can't put you down; Can't put you down; Can't put you down; For now, for now