SPRINGTIME
in paris
| This here will one day be the greatest story ever to go down in the history of tennis. Martina Hingis. The French Open. Victory. End... but hopefully not. |
Lyrics:
It's raining in the ville d'amour
But that won't stop her, no, not today
'Cos when she comes outside, yeah
Her smile brightens up the day-ee-ay
And the rain gets washed away, hey, hey
I hear it's beautiful in Paris this time of year
Because that's when Martina comes out to play
Watch her when she's out on the promenade
Even the flowers stop to see her today
And everyone smiles as she passes them by
She playfully swings her arms along at her sides
Some bags in her hand and a smile so sweet
And her strawberry scent
Brings everyone to the street
While the Elysées wind
Brings a tear to the corner of her eye
CHORUS:
Those sands of time await her presence
For when she's standing alone
On the stairway to heaven
To raise Sir Roland's trophy way up in the sky
And the wind will blow her hair around
As she smiles and looks down at the ground
And slowly wipes away a tear of joy from her eye
She's alone at the top,
And that's no reason to cry
Now the sun has gone back behind the clouds
But Martina,
She doesn't let that get her down
The rain is like magic
In the Parisian springtime
With love in the air,
It's a French kiss in her mind
As she marches on
To take Paris town by storm
CHORUS:
I hear it's beautiful in Paris this time of year
Because that's when Martina comes out to play
Watch her when she's out dancing in the rain
Yes, and everyone stops to see her today
Her smile brightens up the day-ee-ay
And the rain gets washed away, hey, hey
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