(Oscar Hammerstein - Jerome Kern) 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 taxicabs that I had dodged for years The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears Last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay No matter how they changed her I'll remember her that way. --- Instrumental --- I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears Last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay No matter how they changed her I'll remember her that way...
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