Tradução: Paris Avenue. En Mi Mente.
Don't misunderstand me 'cause I want you I see you on the floor baby, I want you Baby stop where you're standing I need to talk to you Last night was
Oh you now no wear... Command baby show wear... Love keep singing in my mind... Baby you now man a sound... A garey if you wich an every day... Daren
Baby, stop where you're standing I need to talk to you Last night was really crazy And I wanna make it up to you And I, I didn't realize That I meant
dans la nuit, Qui s'approchent de ton reve. Tu vois des ombres qui forment une fresque gigantesque accrochee dans ton ciel. Ecoute, peuple de Paris : Regarde, peuple de Paris
: Ne me dis pas qui je suis Ne me juge pas le ciel le fait deja J'ai un ennemi qui me fuit 92i, ne lui en laisse pas le choix Je suis ur l'avenue en
saveurs douces-ameres Je t'ecris de ces soirs de lumieres, des yeux emerveilles de cette petite fille au pied d'un grand sapin sur la cinquieme avenue
Sache que je ne suis pas la, pas la, pas ici Je suis quand je la vois, un cow-boy a Paris Un cow-boy a Paris
a Paris Que ca eclate des cotes Que c'est cap' de faire d'la barbarie Refrain: Wesh paris nord (paris nord) Wesh paris sud (paris sud) L'son qui
Amerique sans les blacks Le cinema allemand sans Derrick, sans blagues? Notre educations sans claques Nos ressources sans black, les revenus sans taxes Stalingrad avenue
: Paris "Hous", Paris "Hous", Paris "Hous", Paris "Hous", Paris "Hous" Refrain: Viree nocturne sur du Rohff, on monte sur Paris La province vient Pimpe
mine We started dancing all around the room Helped by a bottle of wine Hey boys, mystery Didn't even know her name One night in Paris, with a girl like
the gold around your neck This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs I show the whole damn world my gift For Paris I'm speakin' upon Powerful
Wilson, countin' the mill's I'm talkin' to Andre Harrell with a chauffeur drivin' me around In the green Rolls Royce, parked parallel on Fifth Avenue
feet You make me feel kinda cool and complete My down home one and only Bleecker Street They say Broadway can't be beat and Fifth Avenue is pretty neat
Doper than the gold around your neck This is my manuscript to spit lyrics like fat spliffs I show the whole damn world my gift For Paris I'm speakin'
