Well it's true what they say about Paris
I'm so sick of romance I could lose my omelette
People kissing everywhere
Like they're going without air on a bet
All the drivers are on suicide missions
They must assume that I'm on one too
If I sound bitter it's because
I've got everything I love right here but you
Last night I watched the sunset from the Arc de Triomphe
And I lost myself in paintings by Monet
And I made this little promise to myself and to Paris
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
While the children and the street musicians play
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
There's this certain look of cultivated boredom
Only teenagers and the French can really do
I've been practicing a bit
But I blow it every time I think of you
I'll buy one last baguette from the man on the corner
And take one last long look at the view
Maybe someday I will come back again
But I'll be booking my tickets for two
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés
On a drizzling Parisian day
I'm gonna kiss you on the Champs-Elyseés