by Bob Malone
City of wonder, city of light
The old Eiffel Tower shines into the night
I guess everything they say about this town is true
But Paris is just another city without you
From high on this rooftop I’m in love with all I see
But the place I call home, is where I really want to be
All these crowds make me lonely, all these lovers make me blue
‘Cause Paris is just another city without you
BRIDGE:
Ohh…I’m coming home
Ohh…I’m coming home
Ohh…I’m coming home
Ohh…I’m coming home
The dark crooked alleys and Parisian cobblestones
Don’t hold much charm for the man who walks alone
I just can’t wait to hang up my traveling shoes
‘Cause Paris is just another city
Paris is just another city
Paris is just another city without you.
© 2014 Born Too Late Music
