The last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
I heard the laughter of her heart in every street café
The last time I saw Paris her trees were dressed for spring
And lovers walked beneath those trees and birds found songs to sing
I dodge the same old taxi cabs that I have dogded for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music in my ears
The last time I saw Paris her heart was young and gay
No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way
I dodge the same old taxi cabs that I have dogded for years
The chorus of their squeaky horns was music in my ears
The last time I saw Paris her heart was young and gay
No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way
