Lovers!
Ooh la la...
Welcome, my friends, to Paris!
Here, have a flower, on me.
Forget where you're from,
You're in France!
Children, come!
I'll show you that French
"joie de vivre!"
Paris holds the key you your heart
And all of Paris plays a part.
You'll stroll two by two
Down what we call "la rue"
And soon all Paris will be singing to you!
Ooh la la! Ooh la la! Ooh la la!
Paris holds the key to l'amour!
And not even Freud knows the cure!
There's love in the air!
At the Follies Bergere!
The French have it down to an art!
Paris holds the key to your heart!
Ooh la la!
When you're feeling blue
Come to Le Moulin.
When your heart says don't
The French say do!
When you think you can't
You'll find you can can!
Everyone can can can
You can can can too!
Whee!
Whee!
Whee!
Paris holds the key to her past
Yes, Princess, I've found you
At last.
No more pretend
You'll be gone,
That's the end...
Paris holds the key
To your heart!
You'll be "tres jolie"
And so smart!
Come dance through the night
And forget all your woes
A city of light!
Where a rose is a rose
And one never knows what will start
Paris holds the key
to her ...
Heart
Ooh la lah....
Ooh la lah....
