They call me coquette and mademoiselle And I must admit I like it quite well It's something to be the darling of all Le grande femme fatale, the belle of the ball There's nothing as gay as life in Paris There's no other person I'd rather be I love what I do, I love what I see But where is the schoolgirl that used to be me? Ah, the apple trees, Blossoms in the breeze That we walked among On our backs we'd lie Gazing at the sky Till the stars were strung Only last July when the world was young Wherever I go they mention my name And that in itself, is some sort of fame "Come by for a drink, come by for a game" Wherever I go I'm glad that I came The talk is quite gay, the company fine There's laughter and lights, and glamour and wine And wonderful men and some of them mine But often my eyes see a different shine Ah, the apple trees Sunlit memories Where the hammock swung On our backs we'd lie Gazing at the sky Till the stars were strung Only last July when the world was young