September In Paris

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MR. LONGO

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It's September in Paris and you can't reach my phone
Pain of being distant deeper than a time zone
I be too paranoid, don't wanna lose your touch
My bed got cold last night, I walk alone too much
I'm talking Fendi rugs, decorating my place
And that Versace couch where you love to sit on my face
Listen to the sound of my voice as you fall asleep
I hope to see you naked everytime my phone beeps
September in Paris, can't talk to you tonight
You get tired of these flashes so I dim the lights
Fashion week queen, that's just the way you run
We all falling for your beauty like you Jourdan Dunn
It's Balenciaga bags and some Prada sandals
Matching with your thong, just too hot to handle
The way you carry yourself, laughing at their face
Can't believe you by my side cause I never chase
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
It's September in Paris, can't show up at your door
You never had a boyfriend, I could something more
I know you wonder if someone could ever feel this sad
I think nobody else ever loved you so bad
I mean I feel too good, this the top of the world
I see you close your eyes, I pull you by the curls
Catwoman, feeling safe, laying in my chest
You're good at being bad, by my side I'm at your best
It's September in Paris, you feeling that desire
You on a shopping spree, I'm the one to inspire
Wild sex, warm food, neck touch, get you shook
Not afraid, wise men, book smart, still a crook
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
Last night, this year, you swearin' was the first one
You might remember forever, the way I made you cum
Big bed, cozy room, red wines, sex joy
Tie you up, beat your ass, you biting lips, I destroy
Strong hands, soft touch, a dichotomy you love
White silk, long hair, you such a young dove
I'm leaving you this letter, cause tomorrow I'll be home
Bonsoir, femme noir, minuit, Place Vendome
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over
My heart is cold and you still young
But tonight I'm feeling alone, so bring it over

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