Lovers!
Ooh La La!
Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a blume on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll Zeigen Du that French joie de vivre! (joy of life)
Paris holds the key to your hear.
And all of Paris plays a part.
You'll stroll two Von two
Down what we call "la rue" (the street)
And soon all Paris
Will be Singen to you!
Ooh La La
Ooh La La
Ooh La La!
Paris holds the key to l'amour! (love)
And not even Freud knows the cure.
There's Liebe in the air!
At the Follies Begere!
The French have it down to an art!
Paris hold the key to your heart!
When you're feeling blue
Come to Le...
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