YOU SAID:

Don't talk to me of love. I've had an earful And I get tearful when I've downed a drink or two. I'm one of your talking wounded. I'm a hostage. I'm maroonded. But I'm in Paris with you. Yes I'm angry at the way I've been bamboozled And resentful at the mess I've been through. I admit I'm on the rebound And I don't care where are we bound. I'm in Paris with you. Do you mind if we do not go to the Louvre If we say sod off to sodding Notre Dame, If we skip the Champs Elysées And remain here in this sleazy Old hotel room Doing this and that To what and whom Learning who you are, Learning what I am. Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris, The little bit of Paris in our view. There's that crack across the ceiling And the hotel walls are peeling And I'm in Paris with you. Don't talk to me of love. Let's talk of Paris. I'm in Paris with the slightest thing you do. I'm in Paris with your eyes, your mouth, I'm in Paris with... all points south. Am I embarrassing you? I'm in Paris with you.

INTO JAPANESE

愛の私に話しかけないで。小言をいただ、私得る涙ぐんだ私がドリンクまたは 2 つを撃墜したとき。 私はあなたの話は、負傷者の 1 つです。 私は人質です。私は maroonded です。 しかし、私はあなたとパリで。 はい私は酔っぱらったと経験した混乱で憤慨してきたように怒っています。 私は認める私はリバウンドと where 我々 バインドされている気にしません。 私は P