No matter how they change her
Her heart was warm and gay
The last time I saw Paris
Was music to my ears
Her trees were dressed for spring
Her streets are where they were
Her heart was young and gay
Are seeking her in pain
The chorus of this quicky horn
The last time I saw Paris
In every street cafe
And faded from view
And birds found songs to sing
I heard the laughter of her heart
But there's no sign of her, she has left the scene
And lovers walked beneath those trees
Lonely men with lonely eyes
Has left her old companions
The last time I saw Paris
That I had dodged for years
I dodged the same old taxi cabs