Left bank cafй, Strollin the quays, Watching the boats on the Seine Come back again. Where is that girl I met, That girl that made me get those Paris blues and wonder? Why did I have to roam? I was so much at home, Ev'ry lovely evening In a cozy cafй, Sipping champagne Along the main boulevards. She was so fine, Just like the wine. Now ev'ry day is black. Please, someone, send her back So I can lose those Paris blues.