Malcolm McLaren - Jazz In Paris

Mmm

I wore black on Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Feelings in the air that love today
It’s true I don’t believe in love beyond the grave
But then I listen to a trumpet play

You wear black on Saint-Germain-des-Prés
I can still hear you miles away
I wore black you were black
The trumpet answered back
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black on Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Feelings in the air that love today
I wore black you were black
Sat naked on the lap
Like a child I feel love coming home

I travelled miles and miles in bed
Miles and miles playing in my head
I wear black you wear black
Makes me cry to think like that
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Miles and miles of miles
You’re profound, like an Egyptian queen
The best looking man I’ve ever seen
Mmm
I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Mmm
The best looking woman I’ve ever seen

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
I wear black, you wear black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz