Paris For President! At the palms chilling with the martini Paris For President! Your commander

Since back in the day We've been close friends You would call on me telling me your problems I'd been feeling things, things i never said When you

Relax Max, et cool Abdul Paris a le blues et les gens ont les boules Le manque de flouze et de

Gringoire: Les portes de Paris Déjà se ferment sur la nuit Le nuit de tous les cris De tous les

Twila Paris All that is Good, all that is Right All that is Truth, Justice, and Light All

Twila Paris Oh Lord, You have been good You have been faithful to all generations Oh Lord, Your

Twila Paris For the Glory of the Lord We have been created Living text of written Word Mercy

I love how your eyes close whenever you kiss me And when I'm away from you I love how you miss me I love the way you always treat me tenderly But,

pures essences raffinées de benzine Paris, j'aime ton gasoil L'odeur de ton excitation-moteur Paris, tu

Twila Paris Seems like you know when I need you Seems like He knows who to send You never come