Paris

Paris, sung by Faith Hill

The train pulled into Paris like a rocket to the moon
The station's like a circus, every face is a cartoon
Everybody's stoned on pride and drunk on cheap champagne
Tonight the Joie de Vivre sure don't live up to its name
And now all that I can say is

I'd give this world to you
Every rock and every stone
Every masterpiece in Rome
And if you asked me to
I'd steal the Mona Lisa, tear it up in little pieces
And lay them at your feet for all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris

Aristocrats are everywhere
And the air's as thick as thieves
She'd like nothing better than to steal
The breath from me
The tower's lights ain't shinin' as it hangs its head in shame
At the sight of American blood on the streets of St. Germain
Washin' up into the Seine

And I'd give this world to you
Every rock and every stone
Every masterpiece in Rome
And if you asked me to
I'd steal the Mona Lisa, tear it up in little pieces
And lay them at your feet for all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris

And I'd give this world to you
I'd steal the crown and kingdom from the Queen of England
And if you asked me to
I'd take this city in my hands
Break it down in grains of sand
And lay them at your feet
For all the world to see
But tonight I can't give you Paris
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Love never offers a simple answer, does it?