I put on a beret... and instantly had to write this song.

Say the eyes are windows to the soul Well yours are shop windows waiting to be sold Tour guide to the City Of Love But you don't know a thing about what it's made of

Show me all the girls in the glass Propped up like mannequins Dollar tag hanging from their neck In the city of love, you only want what's best

Shop for a girl on the Champs-Élysées Put your name in hearts up on the marquee You can see so far from the top of the tower But you forget to look at the girl right beside ya

Send me to the City Of Love Just to shape up that feeling you want Tell me who were thinking of ‘Cause my feet on the street can run pretty far

And all I have to say is bon voyage Have a nice trip Retracing your steps ‘Cause I don't think this is what you wanted Your eyes stay glued to the plane tickets

Shop for a girl on the Champs-Élysées Put your name in hearts up on the marquee You can see so far from the top of the tower But you forget to look at the girl right beside ya

Save me from the City Of Love Send me somewhere above Save me from the City Of Love Get me the next train out and I’ll love you for good

I'll love you for good In the city of love, love’s let down, understand