Listen to me, let me speak, upon these works of art.
I've dwelt within that fabled city. It's architecture fills my heart.
Let me tell you, I have seen where great ideas are born.
Illuminating all the darkness in the corners of the world.
Ask of me, I will tell you, let your conscience be your guide.
It's nothing but a hellhole here while Paris waits, a virgin bride.

Is it true? Were you once a pupil of the great Mozart.
It's true. But I was hopeless then, clumsy as a horse and cart.
Could it be I dreamt so long to act upon the stage and sing.
The footlights smoking at my feet while curtains rise like velvet wings.

Come with me. Let me show you the opera and the comedy.
The lamplit corner where the girls are raven haired and fancy free.
We'd play the dashing rogues and infiltrate the grand salon.
And walk in wonder through the Louvre, across the Seine to the Sorbonne.
In cafes we would feed our heads with absynthe and philosophy.
Engage the students of Voltaire and curse the aristocracy.

In Paris the bells of Notre Dame ring out
In Paris we'd raise up our voices and shout.
We'll not rest til the ramparts of that city stand before us bright and clear.
Penniless in Paris is better than the life we're leading here.

In Paris we'd search for fame.
In Paris we'd be born again.
As though the streets are paved with gold, in Paris we'd put our trust.
Paris, she was made for us. Paris, she was made for us.
In Paris we could liberate our souls.

I've heard that there's infernal noise,
The stench and cockroach out to rob [not certain about this exact line]
The hungry crowds that fill the street.
Their anarchy consumes the mob.
We'd rent a room above the din somewhere along the Boulevard.
And find employment on the stage, the unwashed mass in disregard.
And bright you'd shine, a brand new star. And you would play your violin.
We'll take the city by the throat and revel in it's glorious sin.

In Paris the bells of Notre Dame ring out
In paris we'd raise up our voices and shout.
We'll not rest til the ramparts of that city stand before us bright and clear.
Penniless in Paris is better than the life we're leading here.
In Paris we'd search for fame.
In Paris we'd be born again.
As though the streets are paved with gold, in Paris we'll put our trust.
For Paris, she was made for us. Paris, she was made for us.
In Paris we will liberate our souls.