Paris in your eyes

Every time I see you, I see Paris in your eyes.
A hint of the forbidden, Brigitte Bardot style.
Every time I dream of you, I dream that distant land,
Where I once held tomorrow in my hand.

First time I saw Paris in your eyes,
You told me how you loved me,
Under blue, Picasso skies.
We spoke of Michelangelo,
And we solved each other's lives,
The first time I saw Paris in your eyes.

Every time I touched you,
I could taste a breath of spring.
April in Paris is every lover's dream.
Every time I'd call you name,
It would sound so much in tune,
Just like Notre Dame Cathedral at high noon.

First time I saw Paris in your eyes,
You told me how you loved me,
Under blue, Picasso skies.
We spoke of Michelangelo,
And we solved each other's lives,
The first time I saw Paris in your eyes.

Now every time I see you, April showers seem to start.
And they rain on every hope I have, till they hurricane my heart.
And every time I dream of you, I just dream of what we had.
And wonder how could something so good, go so bad?

The last time I saw Paris in your eyes,
You told me you were leaving,
Under blue, Picasso skies.
We spoke of Michelangelo,
And we believed each other's lies,
The last time I saw Paris in your eyes.
The last time I saw Paris in your eyes.