Paris - Nichole Alden

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