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! (joy of life)

Paris holds the key to your hear.
And all of Paris plays a part.

You'll stroll two by two
Down what we call "la rue" (the street)

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! (love)

And not even Freud knows the cure.

There's love 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 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 hold 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 hold the key
To your heart!

You'll be très jolie (very pretty) and so smart!

Come dance through the night

And forget all your woes

The city of lights!

Where a rose is a rose!

And one never knows what will start!
Paris
Holds the key...

To her...

Heart!

Ooh La La!
Ooh La La!