Take a bus, who needs a car
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We'll eat here, take this seat near the door.
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Well I'm not hungry much now, are you?
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Is it ok if I share yours with you?
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I've got no money and I think I believe that you knew.
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Remember the moon on the wall, didn't she shine?
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The taste of the sheets and the feel of the wine.
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Wasn't I glad that you was mine
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In the Grande Affaire?
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Take a boat, maybe a plane,
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Anywhere now, 'cept Greece or Spain.
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For sure, I know where I am,
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I see canals, this is Amsterdam.
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I got friends here and they know, they can say who I am.
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Remember the room without any view?
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Frightened of meeting someone that we knew,
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No farewells or how-do-you-dos
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In the Grande Affaire.
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Now I've stayed in all the best hotels,
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And there's white coated waiters attend me,
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And I look at the beautiful girls,
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Do they really believe they can bend me?
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Well I drive now seldom I walk.
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I can speak French, but I'd rather not talk.
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Which suit will I wear tonight?
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Take out the brown, but in the end wear the white.
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After shade stepping out stepping into the light.
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Remember the moon on the wall didn't she shine,
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The year was all wrong so we sent back the wine,
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Wasn't you glad that you was mine
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In the Grande Affaire?
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Grande Affaire
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Ralph McTell |