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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 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
Paris
Written by: Jerome Kern, Oscar Hammerstein II
