THE PARISIAN

" The Parisian "

"Am Paris. And you, Where are you ??

Eiffel Tower, Eiffel, Eiffel ... His long legs, son long cou…

And mine, they are not beautiful my legs my love ?

I'm tired of waiting for you, I go ... I take a taxi, I see the walls of Paris.

The lights turn, the City of Lights. The city without you scrolled, parade, there are vertical forms if ... then I raise the nose. My dear pipes museum, I must go and see the exhibition tomorrow. Taxi, stop ! I must walk, I walk.

Ha look there ... it's pretty Place des Vosges, Ambrosia under the leaves of a tree.

It looks good and people are chic, but I'm not hungry, pity. So I get Montparnasse. By Metro, It goes faster.

I roll, then I roll into a ball.

No ... I lie, I'm outta here, I lay.

And I dance and I wait for you. »

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