You couldn't lie to me in Paris You wouldn't want to embarrass Yourself in front of the fathers of the fellas Who'd raise their eyebrow umbrellas Never one for a fuss Unless it is just the two of us We started getting into trouble, you see When we started loving in degrees The coming and going spirit's in the door hinges And I'm sitting peeling Suzanne's oranges Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for escaping The love that we've been making For what I put into question, you put into bed Just like you put those wicked thoughts into my head Tell me, when are you leaving town? The sight of you makes me teary-eyed Your body's been honest But here again it lies So I'm going to that city saved by paper and not soul Which judging by those standards could've been a letter that you wrote Sur ce, très chère, adieu Voilà trop causer Le temps qu'on perd à lire une missive N'a pas valu la peine qu'on l'écrive Oh, tes paupières parapluies