April in paris
April in paris, chestnuts in blossom,
holiday tables under the moon.
april in paris, this is a feeling
no one can ever reprise.
Bridge:
*i never knew the charm of spring,
never met it face-to-face.
i never knew my heart could sing,
never missed a warm embrace, till
April in paris, whom could i turn to?
what have you done to my heart?
(instrumental interlude and pick up at bridge*.)
i never knew the charm of spring,
never met it face-to-face.
i never knew my heart could sing,
never missed a warm embrace, till
April in paris, whom could i turn to?
what have you done to my heart?

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