اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
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 taxicabs that I had dodged for years
The chorus of the squeaky horns was music to my ears
Last time I saw Paris her heart was warm and gay
No matter how they changed her I'll remember her that way
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I dodged the same old taxicabs...
