Malcolm Mc Laren Jazz is Paris

I wore black on StGermain de prés Feelings in the air they love today It s true, I don t believe in love beyond the grave, But then I listened to a trumpet play You were black on StGermain de prés I can still hear you miles away I wore black, you were black The trumpet answered back Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz I wore black, you were black I wore black, you were black Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz I wore black on StGermain de prés Feelings in the air, they love today I wore black, you were black Sat naked on your lap Like a child, I feel love coming on I travel miles and miles in bed Miles of miles playing in my head I wore black, you were black It makes me cry to think like that Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz I wore black, you were black I wore black, you were black Jazz is Paris and Paris is jazz I give you kisses In all the secret places br, br,