You said, "Look at the ocean, my dear"
Reflections and neon appears
I said, "I love you, I feel like on hold"
You said, "It will disappear"
I sit on your lap feeling like I'll explode
Hand shivering out of fear
But I hold you so tight thinking it'd be alright
If our love would just be a beautiful fright

Dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator
And I'm dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator

Red wine, cigarettes and your body, your sex
Is making me feel like a nervous wreck
Your eyes and your smile is too pretty, I guess
It's making my pussy so fucking wet
I guess it's about time to call me obsessed
When all I can think of is your dirty bed
I'm thinking about you all the fucking time
All I want is you to be mine

I'm dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator
And I'm dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator

I check my phone every hour and hope
That you might have sent me a text
I know I am foolish, I know I should know
There's plenty of bitches to text (Yeah)
I want you to want me like I want you so
I'll keep my dumb eyes on your check
[?] lovers [?] money
I want nothing more
I'd be rich if you called me yours
Yours, yours

We're dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator
And we're dreaming of Paris
And dreaming of love
Dreaming of passion
Lovely violator

Lovely violator
Lovely violator
Lovely violator
Lovely violator