Golden LineSummer in Paris
Everyoneʼs longing for the coast
Your ex-girl is somewhere
Gone with her fancy, wealthy folks
I wonder why, youʼre here with me
when you can go wherever
Chillinʼ in my student flat
In the sunny weather
You give me Friday feels, on a Monday night All those summer thrills, in the middle of July You give me Friday feels, on a Monday night And weʼre about to cross, cross the golden line the golden line...
Youʼre telling me stories, you come from a world that I donʼt know Iʼm simple Iʼm boring, Iʼm far from the mansions by the shore
But you donʼt mind, you seem to like, that Iʼm uncomplicated
We grab a beer, we go outside, to get a little wasted
You give me Friday feels, on a Monday night All those summer thrills, in the middle of July You give me Friday feels, on a Monday night And weʼre about to cross, cross the golden line the golden line