Trip To Paris (Interlude)

My favourite place on earth be in your arms
Lets take a trip Lets fly out Go to France
Paris be your favourite city
Girl you know that's ours
We hop off the plane into the car with ceiling stars
Ima give you hella roses by the Eiffel Tower
Then we heading straight to the bar
Know you love happy hour
I know you, you a lightweight
You done in a hour
Piggy-back straight to the car
The hotel then the shower
Kissing on your neck I give you shivers
Know your soft spot me on your breast
You know I miss em
Been a minute since we had
Or even kissing
You told me I kiss just like you so
We can't be that different no