Malcolm McLaren - Jazz Is Paris

I wore black on St-Germain de prés
Feelings in the air they love today
It's true I don't believe
in love beyond the grave,
But then I listened to a trumpet play

You were black on St-Germain de 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 wore black you were black
I wore black you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black on St-Germain de prés
Feelings in the air, they love today
I wore black you were black
Sat naked on your lap
Like a child, I feel love coming on

I travel miles and miles in bed
Miles of miles playing in my head
I wore black you were black
It makes me cry to think like that
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I wore black you were black
I wore black you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz

I give you kisses
In all the secret places
Miles and miles of miles
Your profile, like an Egyptian queen
The best looking man I've ever seen

I wore black you were black
I wore black you were black
Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz