LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeThe French Girl (Take 2)
Three silver ringsThree silver rings on slim hands waitingFlash bright in candlelight till sunday's early mornWe found her room that rainy morningShe took my hand through winding 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, they're all in vainBut her friends down at the french caféHad no english words for meSo you may find above the borderA girl with silver rings, I never knew her nameYou're bound to lose, she's too much for youShe'll leave you lost some rainy morn, you won't be the sameYou won't be the same
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