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 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

[Singing in French, if anyone speaks French please help me out!]

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her
That way