How'd I get so faded? You don't have to love me, love me But you gon' have to fuck with me Yung God when I ride up Not too many that can fuck with me Never hung up on the bullshit I can't afford that type of luxury I'm boutta' do a show in Paris I swear

Bye, bye, blackbird No one here can love or understand me Oh, what hard luck stories they all hand me Where somebody waits for me Sugar's sweet, so is she Make my bed and light the light, I'll arrive late tonight Blackbird, bye, bye Pack up all my cares

I love Paris I love the way the people move yeah I love the way the children groove Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh I love the way the children groove yeah You can see black and white Side by side Oh what a nice sight... I feel so

Give a little bit Give a little bit of your love to me I'll give a little bit of my life for you Oh, yeah, come along too Here we go again Hey hey, whoa no, da na, hey hey, yeah I'll give a little bit of my love to you

The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gray The glory that was Rome is of another day I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan I'm going home to my city by the Bay I left my heart in San Francisco High on a hill, it calls to me To be

But I already have love in LA It's so romantic in Paris Thought I was sure that I'd find it Won't even try to compare it If I ask that boy to jump, I know he would He don't even have to say, it's understood He treat me nice, he treat me right, he treat

My endless love You know I don't mind Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom There's only you in my life The only thing that's bright My first love,

I love Paris in the springtime I love Paris in the fall I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles I love Paris in the summer when it sizzles I love Paris every moment Every moment of the year I love Paris Why, oh, why do I love Paris? Because my love

I will stand alone I don’t need the money I do want for much These two hands Never will they mourn I’d rather you not love me Before you want too much I live deep in symmetry

And how I'd love to go to Paris again (again, again, again and again) She said hello, she was letting me know We shared friends in Soho She is a pain in the nose And I'm a pain in women's clothes And you're a walking overdose in a great coat And so she