Hello my sailor!
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I am married now and I white you from Lyon,
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I drink no more,
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I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since
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you've been gone.
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My husband says he'll bring him up
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like if he is his own son.
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He's a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.
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Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
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booth on your pants.
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I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
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how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
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His name is Jaques. He said this is mother's ring.
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Take it as a prof for my love.
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And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs.
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Excuse me. Want you to know what's true?
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I've no ring and there's no man.
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I need fivethousand for the abortion.
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Please! Send it fast as fast as you can!
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Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir" I can't find the one
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for whom I yearn. You know 'bout your hurting sailor flirts.
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Pick me up like every comb you'd found in the dirt.
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Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
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booth on your pants.
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I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
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how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
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Like his own son
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Dancing, dinner, what I want
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A ring and a wedding dress
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French whispers in sweet caress
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Remember (Je t'aime, taverne noir)
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| Depressive Age |
