I haven't seen you for a month or so Young love is like finding buried gold We meet in Paris Fly straight through the night My heart feels just like new sunglasses in the taxi ride
I remember who we are When we're being young and dumb Paris feels like falling back in love Back in love
Now we're walking Talking hand in hand Nervous at the bakery, not speaking French And she is smiling She is beautiful And I feel 16, while we, we are making love Oh yeah
I remember who we are When we're being young and dumb Paris feels like falling back in love
Falling back in love, mmm yeah I haven't seen her for a month or so Young love feels like buried gold
