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 dodge the same old taxi cabs that I have dogded for years The chorus of their squeaky horns was music in my ears The last time I saw Paris her heart was young and gay No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way I dodge the same old taxi cabs that I have dogded for years The chorus of their squeaky horns was music in my ears The last time I saw Paris her heart was young and gay No matter how they change her, I'll remember her that way