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Take me to Paris Give me wine, give me company, give me leisure Let me brush your hair Let me hold you for a little while Nothing to measure No one to please No one to see Run naked through the street And drink Champagne And make you love me even more than you do Who have we become? Something better, something heavy Something together Holding all your hands So lucky and unlucky We'll always remember No one to please No one to see Run naked through the streets And drink Champagne And make you love me even more than you do Take me to Paris Take me to Paris Take me to Paris From Letras Mania