April in Paris, chestnuts in blossom,
Holiday tables under the trees.
April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise.

I never knew the charm of the spring,
Never met it face to face,
I never knew my heart could sing,
Never felt a warm embrace.

Till April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to
my heart.?


April in Paris, this is a feeling
No one can ever reprise.

I never knew the charm of the spring,
Never met it face to face,
I never knew my heart could sing,
Till I felt a warm embrace.

On April in Paris
Whom can I run to?
What have you done to
my heart.?

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