When we go for a walk
The two of us with Lily
We play with Paris
We play Paname à pingeon-vole
When we go for a walk
We click our steps
From Av'nue du Bois
To Bell'ville, ah! I love that!
We take the Sunday paths
The staircase that sleeps along the quays
We pick a little bit of periwinkle
Under the nose of the guard distracted
Who watches us afterwards!
On the terrace
To see Paris strolling,
At the edge of a little café
Lily orders "two café-crème "
Oh relax
We pay, it's for the view
We let the street pass
The beautiful theater never ends...
It goes, it comes, it moves
And it parades before us.
It's the crowd of friends.
So we... we follow it...
When we go for a walk
Among the street cam'lots
We play "Plein la vue"
"Gentlemen, Ladies, nothing is going well"
And then when Paris rests
In the evening which falls at the back of the courtyards.
The roof of the Opera is all pink.
We return towards the end of the day
Until at the Tour-Maubourg
It's on the sixth floor
At the nose of the Eiffel Tower
That's where our hotel is
We can see the stopover of the Bateaux Mouches
That's where we love
Leaving Paris down
Lily holds out her arms to me
The ride ends there, that's it

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