Grills and grunge, in Paris 6
With the resentment of people who are not from here
In grand style in this city
I try to blend in with all this sting
I want to know everything, me
Give up the vertigo
I know I have perfect vision
The vision of a sad dead
The vision of a huge store

Yesterday, torn in front of a shitty club
I still doubt
All weird, I try one or two prayers
Before collapsing on the ground
If my grandmother saw me
She would put me in her box
And would rot my face before I could sober up
And I would go hide like my grandfather
When she scolded him
Grills and grunge

At night, Paris is beautiful
Boxes and brand new clothes
A wide smile
Walking on the left bank
At night, Paris is beautiful
Boxes and brand new clothes
A wide smile
Walking on the left bank

I join a girl in a motel
Godspeed in the ears
I arrive, Paris 18th
Wanting love, well, mostly wanting her
My life is beautiful
I put aside the questions to avoid problems
Just a vibe, just a sound
I puke the bottle, 4 in the morning, I'm alone in the world

Here everything shines
I have to settle down
I have to pray
In Paname 18, Paris 6
Hello dad? Here, everything shines
A movie set, a gray F40
I rub shoulders with elegance and prestige
To the rhythm of Paris at night

At night, Paris is beautiful
Boxes and brand new clothes
A wide smile
Walking on the left bank
At night, Paris is beautiful
Boxes and brand new clothes
A wide smile
Walking on the left bank

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