Paris

Fly her in from paris 
show her how you've been treating me 
No she won't be angry 
A boy's got to be what a boy's got to be

Sleep then when your conscience 
tells you nothing's wrong 
and hold on to your baby 
she'll never hear this song

Fly her in from paris 
show her how you've been touching me 
No, she won't be bitter 
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree

And some nights when you're dreaming 
I know you'll remember me 
but hold on to your baby 
there's such thing as loyalty