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 dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears Oh, the last time I saw Paris Her heart was warm and gay No matter how they changed her I'll remember her ah that way Dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears Yeah, 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 The last time I saw Paris