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 cafeThe last time I saw Paris

Her trees were dressed for spring

And lovers walked beneath those trees

And birds found songs to singI dodged the same old taxicabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of the squeaky horns

Was music to my earsOh, the last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

No matter how they changed her

I'll remember her ah that wayDodged the same old taxicabs

That I had dodged for years

The chorus of the squeaky horns

Was music to my earsYeah, the last time I saw Paris

Her heart was warm and gay

No matter how they change her

I'll remember her that wayThe last time I saw Paris

The last time I saw Paris