A Tale of One City

I'll whisk you off to Paris I'll even fly the plane There'll only be one passenger And that one has your name You'll sit right beside me I'll show you how it's done High above the ocean Towards the rising sun And then as we approach her Awakening from the night Drowsy streets and boulevards That glorious City of Light! Bon jour amour, good morning Parlez vous Francais? Don't worry, I don't either We'll take a class one day A quick nap then we'll get up Walk to Arc de Triomphe Arm in arm, boutiquing For anything you want May I please have the pleasure Of taking you by hand? A touch that I would treasure My lady, you're so grand And when day one is over A toast of Veuve Clicquot To you my precious sweetheart Forever I'll you know Paris has two nicknames The one I wrote before It's true, the lights are glorious But the next one I like more This name suits it better It fits us like a glove Beautiful together In the City of Love