You Couldn’t Lie To Me In Paris

You couldn't lie to me in Paris
 You wouldn't want to embarrass
 Yourself in front of the fathers of the fellas
 Who'd raise their eyebrow umbrellas
 Never one for a fuss
 Unless it is just the two of us
 We started getting into trouble, you see
 When we started loving in degrees
 The coming and going spirit's in the door hinges
 And I'm sitting peeling Suzanne's oranges
 Nothing I ever do is ever good enough for escaping
 The love that we've been making
 For what I put into question, you put into bed
 Just like you put those wicked thoughts into my head
 Tell me, when are you leaving town?
 The sight of you makes me teary-eyed
 Your body's been honest
 But here again it lies
 So I'm going to that city saved by paper and not soul
 Which judging by those standards could've been a letter that you wrote
 Sur ce, très chère, adieu
 Voilà trop causer
 Le temps qu'on perd à lire une missive
 N'a pas valu la peine qu'on l'écrive
 Oh, tes paupières parapluies