The Last Time I Saw Paris

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafe

The last time I saw Paris
Her trees were dressed for spring
cnd lovers walked beneath those trees
cnd birds found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns
Was music to my ears

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her
I'll remember her ah that way