I haven't seen her For a month or so Young love feels like finding buried gold We meet in Paris Fly straight through the night Well my night feels just like new sunglasses in a taxi ride I remember who we are When we're being young and dumb Paris feels like falling back in love Back in love Now we're walking Talking hand in hand Nervous at the bakery not speaking French And she is smiling She is beautiful And I feel sixteen while we We are making love I remember who we are When we're being young and dumb Paris feels like falling back in love I remember who we are When we're being young and dumb Paris feels like falling back in love Falling back in love mmmmmm yeah I haven't seen her For a month or so Young love feels like finding buried gold