Trippin' on my shoes
Please, pick me up again
I've got you thinking that I feel no pain
I know it ain't no fairytale
I know 'cause I've got the stories here for sale

But maybe we can go to Paris
Making it English in Amsterdam
I know you want it now
And it doesn't matter where or how

So stand fast your emotions
And put them on a train
It's important to tell them it's ok
'cause they'll come to me anyway
I know it ain't no fairytale
I know 'cause I've got the stories here for sale

But maybe we can go to Paris
Making it English in Amsterdam
I know you want it now
And it doesn't matter where or how

Keep your voice down
I want to brighten up your sky
You know nothing, no, nothing is for free
So why would love be

But maybe we can go to Paris
Making it English in Amsterdam
I know you want it now
And it doesn't matter where or how

(c) Tekst & Muziek: Hannelore Bedert