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Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Pierre, ou Paul, un Jacques, ou Tom Mais n'importe comment il se nomme S'il est un homme, homme, homme Je n'exige pas un ??? Qui s' ??? dans les salons Ni un type fort comme un Samson Pourvu que j'ai un «mate » un ??? Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un milliardaire Qu'il soit beau, non ca m'est egale Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un grand lumiere star du cinema, ni prince royal Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Doesn't have to be prince or movie-star A Texas oilman, or a French marquis Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture An ordinary guy is allright with me Je cherche un hommme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme |
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I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I want an old fashioned car, a cerise Cadillac, Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll stay weaving at my loom, Be no trouble to my groom, If he'll keep the piles of money mounting. In our cottage there will be A soundproof nursery Not to wake the baby while I'm counting. I like the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me - Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh so pure and genteel. Watch me in Las Vegas while I'm at the spinning wheel! I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs: Two apartment buildings that are labeled 'Hers' and 'Hers'. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I like Chopin and Bizet And the songs of yesterday, String quartets and Polynesian carols. But the music that excels Is the sound of oil wells As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels. Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol, And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire |
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It's a lazy afternoon
And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view but us two It's a lazy afternoon And the farmer leaves his reaping In the meadow cows are sleeping And the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream As we dream A far pink cloud hangs over the hill Unfolding like a rose If you hold my hand and sit real still You can hear the grass as it grows It's a hazy afternoon And I know a place that's quiet 'Cept for daisies running riot And there's no one passing by it to see Come spend this lazy afternoon with me |
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Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true? Oh, I of course replied. ""Something here inside, cannot be denied"" They said someday you'll find, all who love are blind. When your heart's on fire. You must realize smoke gets in your eyes. So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed. To think they could doubt my love. Yet today, my love has flown away. I'm without my love. Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide. So I smile and say. ""When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."" |
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I used to fall
In love with all Those boys who call On young cuties But now I find I'm all inclined To keep my mind On my duties Since I've begun to share In such a sweet love affair Though I'm in love, I'm not above A date with a duke or a caddie It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows That my heart belongs to daddy When some good scout, invites me out To dine on some fine fin and haddie My baby's sure, his love is secure Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes I'm gonna marry daddy Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad If you feel romantic laddy Let me warn you right from the start That my heart belongs to daddy And my daddy belongs to my heart |
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C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it to you, Like the French people do, Because it's oh, so good. Every word, every sigh, Every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought, And it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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Hey, Jacques--
Have you seen Louis? Is he still in Paris? I wait, day after day, in that cafe by the river Please, Jacques, if you see Louis, tell him to come to me. I've tried, I can't forget-- I love him yet. Please, Jacques, tell Louis, for me. [spoken] Hola, Jacques-- have you seen Louis? He's not come to see me in (French words) I've waited, and waited, in that cafe, down by the river. No, Jacques--- [more French!]. Please, Jacques, if you see Louis, tell him to come to me. I've tried, I can't forget-- I love him yet. Please, Jacques, tell Louis, for me. |
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