Seeing those short hairs so close And smelling the stale odour of scent and sweat Yeah, I was overcome with desire for it And reaching out my hands I grabbed her sweet arse I always get a kick out of Paris I grabbed her cute arse so close And sank my desperate mouth At the heavy oily sex Why don't they try a little harder back home Why don't they? It all seems so much brighter here On the rue Pigalle Bond, James Bond! That's what they call me Because I'm Ecossais Vive l'Ecosse, they say It always seems more dirty When I walk these streets All I want to do is think Blue Yeah, shocking Blue! I pass old hotels with sexy curtains Life, love and death gone by A thousand times, why should I try To change anything I will get a kick out of Paris Mon die senie, anyambami Let it Roll! Let it Roll! Who is she? Where's the man, who saw the man Who saw the man, who saw the girl I'm going crazy Paris doest that to me Blue, the only colour of sex The only colour of my shirt and jacket The only colour on the rue Saint-Jacques She left the seed stir at the pit of her belly In response to my strong tonguing movements Mon die senie, anyambami I can't get enough Of undoing that stuff Satin, chiffon, silk and cotton Just underwear, plain and simple Who is she, Where are the gods to listen to Where are the gods to tell me what to do All I want to do is think Blue Shocking Blue, the only colour of sex My huge hands grasped you at your hips Your blond hair formed a pool on the dark wood Between my feet And I raised you to doting love And then let it subside, Yeah In a soft corrosion I always get a kick out of Paris Mon die senie, anyambami Let it Roll, Let it Roll I can't get enough Of undoing that stuff, and who is she And where's the man, who saw the man Who saw the man, who saw the girl I'm going crazy Where in the world can you find such dreams Nowhere it seems except Paris Yeah, always get a kick out of Paris But then again, I'm not sure But it's better than yesterday And tomorrow's another day And I want to live yesterday, tomorrow