Paul Anka - Under Paris Skies

Stranger, beware,
There's love in the air
Under Paris skies.
Try to be smart
And don't let your heart
Catch on fire.

Love becomes king
The moment it's spring
Under Paris skies.
Lonely hearts meet
Somewhere on the street
Of desire.

Parisian love can bloom
High in a skylit room
Or in a gay cafe
Where hundreds of people can see.

I wasn't smart
And I lost my heart
Under Paris skies.
Don't ever be
A heart-broken stranger
Like me.

Oh, I fell in love.
Yes, I was a fool,
For Paris can be
So beautifully cruel.

Paris is just
A gay coquet
Who wants to love
And then forget.

Stranger, beware!
There's love in the air!

Just look and see
What happened to me
Under Paris skies.
Watch what you do,
The same thing
Can happen to you!