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
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds had songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaking horns
Was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remеmber her that way
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
And lovers walked beneath those trees
And birds had songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxicabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaking horns
Was music to my ears
The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remеmber her that way
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