Lyrics

You say you don’t like New York City
Nothing but Paris will do
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s you

The Sagrada Família’s too gaudy
The waters off Greece are too blue
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s you
Maybe it’s you

The Moon is an imperfect sphere
Venice is sinking each year
The summers in France are to hot for romance
And this Bentley is so hard to steer
But there’s one thing in this world that’s perfect
Enchanting and timeless and true
Baby it’s You
Baby it’s You
Baby it’s You