On a warm night like this,
I wish I was in Paris,
underneath the night sky
resting on a balcony,
listening to La Vie En Rose dance through the air.
In the distance,
the delightful Eiffel Tower is standing before me.
The smell of bitter coffee
drifting through the air.
Down below,
couples take a lovely, evening stroll.
There is light breeze blowing
through my wavy, blonde hair.
The lace, burgundy curtains
dance in the wind.