The Last Time I Saw Paris

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