Stomp, Look & Listen - Leslie Caron, Фредерик Лоу

A necklace is love

A ring is love

A rock from some obnoxious little king is love

A sapphire with a star is lvoe

An ugly black cigar is love

Everything you are is love

You would think it would embarrass all the people here in Paris

To be thinking every minute of love!

I don’t understand the Parisians

Making love every time they get the chance

I don’t understand the Parisians

Wasting every lovely night on romance

Anytime

And under every tree in town

They’re in session two by two

What a crime with all there is to see in town

They can’t find something else to do

I don’t understand how Parisians

Never tire of walking hand in hand

But they seem to love it

And speak highly of it

I don’t understand

The Parisians

When it’s warm

They take a carriage ride at night

Close their eyes and hug and kiss

When it’s cold

They simply move inside at night

There must be more to life than this

I don’t understand the Parisians

Thinking love so miraculous and grand

But they rave about it

and won’t live without it

I don’t understand

The Parisians