Our lady known as Paris Romantic and charming Has left her old companions And faded from view Lonely men with lonely eyes Are seeking her in pain Her streets are where they were But there's no sign of her, she has left the scene 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 taxi cabs That I had dodged for years The chorus of this quirky horn Was music to 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