Lyric

Paris is calling

My lovely Aile

Blue-eyed Himalayan

Soft as a veil

You stretch on my satin

Like you own the view

I paint my nails slowly

Don’t touch them, will you?

Then you come walking

With your tail held high

A little queen shining

Under Paris sky

Aile, my beautiful girl

Paris looks sweet on you

Every little room turns golden

When you look at me in blue

Aile, my beautiful girl

Come give me one gentle kiss

Maybe you saved me

More than you could know

You yawn on my pillow

Then steal half my bed

Cream-colored angel

With dreams in your head

The city is glowing

Far below tonight

But nothing is softer

Than your quiet light

Then you come walking

With your tail held high

A little queen shining

Under Paris sky

Aile, my beautiful girl

Paris looks sweet on you

Every little room turns golden

When you look at me in blue

Aile, my beautiful girl

Come give me one gentle kiss

Maybe you saved me

More than you could know

You never ask me

What I’ve been through

You only look at me

Like love is true

Aile, my beautiful girl

Paris looks sweet on you

Every little room turns golden

When you look at me in blue

Aile, my beautiful girl

Come give me one gentle kiss

Maybe you saved me

More than you could know

Sleep, my Aile

In Paris blue

I found a little heaven

Next to you