Lovers!
Ooh La La!
Welcome, my friends, to Paris.
Here, have a fiore on me.
Forget where you're from.
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll mostra te 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 da two
Down what we call "la rue" (the street)
And soon all Paris
Will be Canto 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 Amore 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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