A lady known as
Paris, romantic, charming,
has left her old companions and faded from view.
Lonely men with lonely eyes
are seeking her in vain
Her streets are where they were,
but there's no sign of her
She has left the same
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 found songs to sing.
I dodged the same old taxi cabs
that I had dodged for years.
The chorus of their squeaky 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 remember her that way.
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 found songs to sing
I dodged the same old taxi cabs
That I had dodged for years
The chorus of their squeaky 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 remember her that way.