Blonde Mafia Ganja Island

I promise
I�m on it
When I�m bringing in the money
I promise
I�m on it
I�m gonna take you out to club showcase
We�re gonna live it up
I promise
Just hold on a little more

And every night we�ll watch the stars
They�ll be out for us
They�ll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They�ll be out for us
They�ll be out for us

One day we�re gonna live in Paris
I promise
I�m on it
I�ll find you that french boy,
You�ll find me that french girl
I promise
I�m on it

So go and pack your bags
For the long haul
We�re gonna lose ourselves
I promise
This time it�s you and me forever more

And every night we�ll watch the stars
They�ll be out for us
They�ll be out for us
And every night, the city lights
They�ll be out for us
They�ll be out for us

Paris (Aeroplane Remix) - Friendly Fires

And one day, I promise, we're gonna live in Paris. I will show you how to stand so still you can feel the city change around you. And nobody wont even notice you.

I promise, I will show you how mysterious it feels to walk up from underground with a lot of people who seem to rise from the stone steps to the babyblue sky as soon as the metro stairs come to an end. Their faces hiding secrets that aren't really there.

I'll show you how no matter how elegant or swift your movements may be, you feel like a 10 000kg elephant with 6 six pairs of extra arms and legs, between all those hurrying, self confident, French people. Who may actually be a lot more clumsier, uglier or less intelligent than you, but who manage to cover it so perfectly up with their "excusez-moi" which will startle you whenever you least expect it.

I promise, some day, I will show you how... beyond words it feels to see the tower of Eiffel when you go around the corner and suddenly it's there, above you, like a monster from one of Spielbergs movies. And you are surprised by your emotional rollercoaster because it is nothing but a lot of metal.

I can not promise I will be bringing the money and we will go to Champs-�lys�es to shop through all the boutiques. No, because that is just not the kind of person I am.

What I can promise, is that we'll walk on the cold and beautiful yet somehow so warm and seasonal Champs-�lys�es and windowshop, while the citylights... the citylights are out for us.

I want to promise you also, that when we get to the end, I will hold your hand when you'll first see Arc de Triomphe. And I will watch the stars in the sky because they look completely different than those stars I saw where I grew up.

I promise, one day, I will find you that french girl, and you, you will find me that french boy.

I promise I will walk with you to the Seine. It will be a cloudy day. There will be wind. And you will still feel how warm is the breeze that moves the corners of your coat. And I promise you will feel you don't really need anything more in that life of yours.

I want to show you, one day, how meaningful is the waiter standing next to the counter at a small but expensive restaurant in Paris. The table napkin over his arm and his eyes looking blank into nowhere, without knowing he is it. He is what all the Vogues in the world are screaming about. He is that elegance, he is what everybody looks for in France, what those who are not of same nationality are jealous of. And the only thought in the clueless waiters head is about when he gets to go home.

I promise, I will always walk the streets alone in the afternoons, just breathing in centuries of art, fresh baguettes, used paintbrushes and old fast speaking french men with crinkled newspapers. Some day, I'm gonna take you there. Some day, I promise, we're gonna live in Paris.