The Last Time He Saw Paris

 

 

 

 

The Last Time He Saw Paris

 

Once he thought he saw her face


On every woman, in every town


They were beautiful in each their way


And tender as they turned him down

 


He seemed to think of her every time he los

t
A kind of feeling that would not lose its grip


It used to sit with him everywhere he was


So he sat out for another trip

 

 

Chorus


The last time he saw Paris in the spring


He couldn’t remember a thing

 

 


Once he thought that the time was right


To go out and track her down


Then he found her in the morning light


Right before he was leaving town