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