Emory

I think I met the one on a one-night stand She couldn’t bring herself, so her friend did instead She has the nose I’d like to rest against mine all night I think that I’m about to have the best day of my life Trouble in Paris, where are your friends now? Get lost in happy and shake off that shadow I’m done with one-night stands now, I’ve met the one I’ve ditched the band for a taxi she paid for She’s got the joie de vivre I’m lacking, that part of my life Stuck in traffic, my bloods descending in parallel to the Seine Trouble in Paris, where are your friends now? Get lost in happy and shake off that shadow She’s used to caviar and Vogue’s, I’m used to feeling like a rogue We met somewhere in the middle along the Champs-Élysées I’m underdressed, she’s faux impressed “You’re not like other guys," so she says Trouble in Paris, where are your friends now? Get lost in happy and shake off that shadow Trouble in Paris, where are your friends now? Get lost in happy and shake off that shadow