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Description
It smells like a Parisian nite - wet asphalt, vanilla-scented perfume, and a slight weariness from it being "too beautiful to be just an evening" again. She's crossing the street on a green light without looking around. Not because she's sassy - she just knows the city will give way to her anyway. Everything here revolves around that gaze, a little lazy, a little mocking. She's in someone's favorites on their phone, in someone's thoughts, but she doesn't belong to anyone. The track has that special Parisian nonchalance: a touch of chic, a touch of drama, and just enough autotune to hide the truth under a shiny wrapper. A Parisian here isn't about geography, but about a state of mind. Cold prosecco instead of plans, headlights instead of stars, and the certainty that if this nite has happened, then it is the main event of the week.
Lyrics and translation
Original
L A M A N O Rihanna, Tigra, bande de tenues. Maximum.
Hein hein, t'inquiètes, ouais t'inquiètes.
T'es la plus belle, ouais, la plus belle de Montel.
Hein hein, artificielle, mais si tu tires les ficelles, j'suis comme en laisse.
Je sens que parfois comme l'oseille, tu t'en vas.
Ce soir-là, tu m'as laissé sans voix. Moi, j'veux une Parisienne,
Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour Eiffel. Une
Parisienne,
Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour Eiffel.
C'est la, c'est la warano à tes touches. Tu fais pas partie d'la chorale.
Elle aime les mettre en ce plat avec de l'aura, tu l'auras.
Champs-Élysées, balade vers les Champs-Élysées.
Bébé, les pommes ont localisé. Prends le volant, j'suis alcoolisé.
Elle active les lumières tamis-. Elle a, elle active les lumières tamisées.
Avec moi, quand c'était la misère, elle veut du sale pas s'amuser. Ma Parisiana, elle veut et moi aussi.
Elle est tombée du ciel. Elle est canon comme pas possible.
Moi, j'veux une Parisienne,
Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour Eiffel.
Une Parisienne, Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour
Eiffel.
Avenue Montaigne, rien d'personnel, mais trop d'professionnelles, ça m'lâche pas d'une semelle. Ça va couper, j'ai l'excuse du tunnel.
Numero uno encore cette semaine. Parfois comme l'oseille, tu t'en vas.
Ce soir-là, tu m'as laissé sans voix. Moi, j'veux une Parisienne,
Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour Eiffel.
Une Parisienne,
Parisienne qui traverse au feu vert, qui s'en fout d'la tour Eiffel.
Ce soir, j'vais tout plier. On sort les gros billets. Appelle les pompiers.
Ton pied mon pied. Et ce soir, j'vais tout plier. On sort les gros billets.
Appelle les pompiers. Ton pied mon pied. J'ai dit ce soir, j'vais tout plier, papa.
On sort les gros billets, maman. Appelle les pompiers. Ton pied mon pied.
English translation
L A M A N O Rihanna, Tigra, bunch of outfits. Maximum.
Eh eh, don't worry, yeah don't worry.
You're the most beautiful, yeah, the most beautiful in Montel.
Eh eh, artificial, but if you pull the strings, I'm like on a leash.
I feel that sometimes like sorrel, you go away.
That night you left me speechless. Me, I want a Parisian,
Parisian woman crossing at a green light, who doesn't care about the Eiffel Tower. A
Parisian,
Parisian woman crossing at a green light, who doesn't care about the Eiffel Tower.
It's there, it's the warano at your touches. You're not part of the choir.
She likes to put them in this dish with aura, you'll get it.
Champs-Élysées, stroll towards the Champs-Élysées.
Baby, the apples have located. Get behind the wheel, I'm drunk.
She activates the dim lights. She has, she activates the dim lights.
With me, when it was misery, she wants dirty things, not fun. My Parisiana, she wants it and so do I.
She fell from the sky. She's hot as hell.
Me, I want a Parisian,
Parisian woman crossing at a green light, who doesn't care about the Eiffel Tower.
A Parisian, Parisian who crosses at a green light, who doesn't care about the tower
Eiffel.
Avenue Montaigne, nothing personal, but too many professionals, it won't let me down one bit. It's going to cut it, I have the excuse of the tunnel.
Numero uno again this week. Sometimes like sorrel, you go away.
That night you left me speechless. Me, I want a Parisian,
Parisian woman crossing at a green light, who doesn't care about the Eiffel Tower.
A Parisian,
Parisian woman crossing at a green light, who doesn't care about the Eiffel Tower.
Tonight, I'm going to fold everything. We take out the big bills. Call the fire brigade.
Your foot my foot. And tonight, I'm going to fold everything. We take out the big bills.
Call the fire brigade. Your foot my foot. I said tonight, I'm going to pack everything up, Dad.
We're bringing out the big bucks, mom. Call the fire brigade. Your foot my foot.