The Last Time I Saw Paris

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

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