paris bound...

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...

The last time I saw Paris
Her heart was warm and gay.
No matter how they change her
I'll remember her that way.

-Oscar Hammerstein II