She’s dipped in gold
She likes it fancy
Drinks pink champagne
As her hair falls down
Leaves her perfume
Red lipstick number
And then she’s gone
Before the sun comes up
I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about
My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour
My, my Paris
My, my Paris
Black dress it babe
Just kill it simple
You got me dying
Just to show you off
Uncut and flawless
Yeah, you my diamond
Those jagged edges
Always get me off
I’m talking ‘bout a classic
That Coco kinda magic
This thing is automatic
And I can’t seem to cut you loose
Just something about
My Paris
Ooo
My Paris
Mon amour
My, my Paris
My, my Paris