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 Dodged the same old taxicabs That I had dodged for years The chorus of the squeaky horns Was music to my ears Yeh, 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
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