I Love Paris In The Summer, When

The World Admits Bears In Pits Do It, Even Pekingeses At The Ritz Do It, Let's Do It, Let's Fall In Love.

I Ask The Lord In Heaven Above / What Is This Thing Called Love?

Night And Day You Are The One, Only You Beneath The Moon And Under The Sun.

Brush Up Your Shakespeare, Start Quoting Him Now, Brush Up Your Shakespeare And The Women You Will Wow.

Every Time I Look Down On This Timeless Town Whether Blue Or Gray Be Her Skies. Whether Loud Be Her Cheers Or Soft Be Her Tears, More And More Do I Realize: I Love Paris In The Springtime. I Love Paris In The Fall. I Love Paris In The Winter When It Drizzles, I Love Paris In The Summer When It Sizzles. I Love Paris Every Moment, Every Moment Of The Year. I Love Paris, Why, Oh Why Do I Love Paris? Because My Love Is Near.