It was a teenage wedding
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And the old folks wished them well
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You could see that Pierre
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Did truly love the mademoiselle
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Now the young monsieur and madame
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Have rung the chapel bell
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"C'est la vie" say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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They furnished off an apartment
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With a two room Roebuck sale
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The coolerator was crammed
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With TV dinners and gingerale
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But when Pierre found work
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The little money comin' worked out well
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"C'est la vie" say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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The had a Hi-Fi phono
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And boy did they let it blast
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Seven hundred little records
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All rock rhythm and jazz
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But when the sun went down
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The rapid tempo of the music fell
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"C'est la vie" say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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They bought a souped-up jitney
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Was a cherry-red '53
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Drove it down to Orleans
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To celebrate their anniversary
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It was there that Pierre
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Was wedded to the lovely mademoiselle
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"C'est la vie" say the old folks
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It goes to show you never can tell
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It goes to show you never can tell
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C'est La Vie
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| Chely Wright |
