So you would recall with me one of those warm evenings in the city of love.
Paris is everybodyís mistress.
Every man has his own secret memories of Paris.
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay
Chorus: I heard the laughter of her heart in every street cafť.
Brian: Hey Garcon!
Garcon: Oui, Monsieur?
B: Tell me, have you seen a girl?
G: A girl? What kind of girl?
B: Any kind. My boat leaves tomorrow.
Say, do you think that girl sitting over there would be offended if I said hello?
G: (laughs) Monsieur, she has winked at you.
She has dropped her handkerchief, and right now, she is smiling at you.
What does that usually mean to you, eh?
B: Sheís a cop.
The last time I saw Paris, her trees were dressed for spring.
Chorus: And lovers walked beneath the trees, and birds found songs to sing
French Girl: Brian, I enjoyed having dinner with you.
B: I enjoyed being with you
FG: Oh, it was delicious!
The champagne, the duckling, the cap-shu-zets, the brandy.
B: It was nice. Oh, by the way, hereís my half of the check.
Say, youíre quite a doll. Do you have a husband?
FG: Me, no.
FG: Me, no.
FG: Me, no!
B: I donít know who this guy Meno is, but he must be a powerhouse.
FG: Brian, Iím afraid I must go home.
B: Ah, but itís early. Weíve got a world of time.
FG: Oh, but I must.
B: Címon, this is our night. Letís give your mom and dad a chance to go to sleep.
FG: Thatís just it. I live alone, and thereís no one to feed the parakeet.
B: Alone? Well, hey, letís hurry home and cram that little bastard full of birdseed!
Taxi! (The birds found songs to sing)
I dodged the same old taxicabs that I had dodged for years.
The echo of their squeaky horns was music to my ears.
Phew. How much further up is your apartment?
FG: Only six more flights.
B: No wonder you donít worry about living alone.
These stairs make a wonderful chaperone.
FG: Brain, you never told me what kind of work you do.
B: Oh, I do a little bit of freelance writing.
I used to sell vacuum cleaners, but I had to quit, because I couldnít give a
demonstration without hiding under a table.
FG: Oh, I love the Americans. They are so devonaire, so handsome.
B: If you insist.
FG: What country are you from? (huh?)
Well, here we are. Come on in. Iíll turn on the lights.
B: Do you mind leaving it off?
FG: As you wish, chťrie.
B: Iíll close the drapes. There, thatís better.
FG: Much better.
B: By the way, I brought you a little gift. Itís a dead chipmunk.
Yísee, when a dog brings a piece of road kill into the
house and drops it on the carpet, what heís really saying is ďI love you.Ē
FG: Oh my! You have such a way with words. Come here, honey. Kiss me.
B: Donít mind if I do.
The last time I saw Paris, her heart was warm and gay.
No matter how they change her, Iíll remember her that way.
Chorus: The last time I saw ParisÖ
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