We met in Paris at Elysee Montmartre
Later she said that
When I smiled at her
I took a piece of her heart
It turns out she is from my city,
A girl from my tribe
We are now back at home
And I am up in her flat
She is telling me
That the things I am telling her
Are making her hot
Sparkle in her eye
Was brighter that night
Maybe it was just because of the Malbec wine
