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 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