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 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 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 changed her
 I'll remember her that way