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