Sa la vey
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Sa la guerre
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When that soft suburban moonlight
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Plays a mansionette melody
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Calling all blue collars
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And their sweet boufantee's
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To go slipping through the shadows
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Sipping corvasier
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It's magnifique
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in Rendezvous, U...S...A
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Sa la vey
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It's not Parie
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Sa la guerre
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It's over here
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When fast food restaurants elegante
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Offer glamour with glitter galore
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An tattooed hands hold champagne
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That whispers of amour
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To them coquettes across the tables
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With their crepe-suzette's flirt'eee...yeah
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Ahhh great fond-due
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In Rendezvous U...S...A
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Sa la vey
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It's not Parie
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Sa la guerre
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Yeah but I don't care
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'Cause sleazy sheik haunts the ballrooms
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Dancing disco's debonair
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An beau-coups of hip medallions
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Rub against Frederick's brassieres
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An they'll soon get off together
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to French tickle some tet-a-tet...yeh
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Ahhh what a grand adieu
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To Rendezvous...
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What a grand adieu
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To Rendezvous U...S...A
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Rendevouz USA
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| Terry Allen |
