Jennifer Rostock U.S.
Paris

I’ve bargained away my heart too often
To the men of this world
Just to see that none of them
Hold the bar long
But you’re different than the rest
And rout all the others out
Because whoever zealously searches too much
For him, the search will soon become an addiction

I’ll pack the rest in old newspaper
It stinks and the weather sucks
The tank’s empty, but I want to get away from here
Without cash or dough
I’ve never been to Paris

-She’s never been to Paris
I have two tickets to the city of love
Come on, let’s disappear from here
-She’s never been to Paris
I have two tickets to the city of love
And I’m riding with you

I appreciate it, and that with pleasure
But I don’t know what I’m doing here and appearances can be deceiving
And that makes you blind, anyhow
I’ve never been to Paris

I want you iced on a stick
With the sun at its peak
But no miracle is as real
As the dream that never happens

I’ll pack the rest in old newspaper
It stinks and the weather sucks
The motor’s broken, but I want to get away from here
Without cash or dough
I’ve never been to Paris

-She’s never been to Paris …

No interest, no rules
And the weather still sucks
Oh mon ami, oh mon cherie
I’ve never been to Paris! Paris! Paris!

-She’s never been to Paris …