What Moments Divine , What Rapture Serene.

If You Want To Buy My Wares Follow Me And Climb The Stairs... Love For Sale.

I Get No Kick From Champagne. Mere Alcohol Doesn't Thrill Me At All. So, Tell Me Why Should It Be True, That I Get A Kick Out Of You?

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.

Don't Hit The Person Across From You With Bits Of Toast, And Don't, When Dinner Is Nearly Through, Say 'who's The Host' It Isn't Done.

Something That Simply Mystifies Me.