How your tongue do all those tricks
How you know just where to—
Kiss me, under the Paris twilight
Kiss me, out on the moonlit floor
Kiss me, under the Paris twilight
(uh-huh)
So kiss me
Cute fit in the whip, to the flight, to the sky, never down, baby check my stats
Truth is, I wasn’t tryna to meet nobody baby I was there to get my bag,
But when I saw you I was like ‘I like that’
Wasn’t tryna break baby I fought back
But when I heard u say ‘bonjour bebe’ I was like damn
Green eyed French Boy got me trippin
How you skin is always soft