I Love Paris In The

Live And Let Live, Be And Let Be, Hear And Let Hear, See And Let See. . . . Live And Let Live And Remember This Line: 'your Bus'ness Is Your Bus'ness And My Bus'ness Is Mine.'

In Olden Days A Glimpse Of Stocking Was Looked On As Something Shocking. Now, Heaven Knows, Anything Goes. The World Has Gone Mad Today, And Good's Bad Today, And Black's White Today, And Day's Night Today.

Let's Do It; Let's Fall In Love.

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.

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