LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe French Girl (Take 1)
On slim hands waitingFlash bright in candlelight till sunday's early mornWe found her room that rainy morningShe took my hand throughWinding roads and led me homeSome red french wine when later waitingIn her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hairWe talked of all, we talked of nothingI left with promises to meet, she told me whereOh, but she laughed each time I asked her nameMade promises to meet againBut her friends down at the french caféHad no english words for meSo you may find above the borderA girl with silver rings
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