Paris Wakes up and Smiles
When the sun goes down
Paris wakes up
Fills up her cup
And smiles
When the lights are low
Paris is high
Lights up the sky
For miles
When they stop playing shop on the Rue de la Paix
Count their stock and they lock up their styles
When the busy town
Goes home to sup
Paris wakes up
And smiles
Writer/s: Irving Berlin
