Elle est si magnifique, I see her twice a week
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I pass her on the street, and hope our eyes will meet
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And I try not to stare, but I think she's aware
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I think she likes me too, I really hope it's true
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I like to give her a ride on my motorcycle
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I'd like to ask her to stay for a while
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I'd have her come and sit on my orange vinyl couch
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But it's at Brett's house
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She's got everything a guy like me could ever need
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Woo-hoo-hoo
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Parlez vous?
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Yeah, I'd like to make you mon petite chou-chou
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She came into my view across the avenue
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I couldn't cross the road until the traffic slowed
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I finally got a light but she was out of sight
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I guess I'll have to wait to ask her on a date
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If I could give her a ride on my motorcycle
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I'm sure that she would like to stay for a while
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She could come and sit on my orange vinyl couch
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But it's at Brett's house
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But I've got a sudden sinking feeling that she's more than likely seeing
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Some stupid guy, beady eyes, wanted by the FBI
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She's afraid to run away, but I'll be there to keep her safe
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I'm prepared to light a flame - if I only knew her name
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Mon Petite Chou-chou
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| Philmore |
