The Last Time I Saw Paris

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 quicky 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