The Parisians

[GIGI] A necklace is love, a ring is love A rock from some obnoxious little king is love A diamond-studded star is love An ugly black cigar is love Everything you are is love You would think it would embarrass All the people here in Paris To be thinking every minute of love I don't understand the Parisians Making love every time they get the chance I don't understand the Parisians Wasting every lovely night on romance Any time, and under every tree in town They're in session two by two What a crime, with all there is to see in town They can't find something else to do I don't understand how Parisians Never tire of walking hand in hand But they seem to love it And speak highly of it I don't understand the Parisians I don't understand the Parisians Making all this to-do about La'more I don't understand the Parisians All this la-di-da is so immature When it's warm, they take a carriage ride at night Close their eyes, and hug, and kiss When It's cold, they simply move inside at night There must be more to life than this I don't understand the Parisians Thinking love's so miraculous and grand But they rave about it, and won't live without it I don't understand the Parisians