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Hello my sailor!



I am married now and I white you from Lyon,

I drink no more,

I smoke real less, you know `cause I`m pregnant since

you`ve been gone.

My husband says he`ll bring him up

like if he is his own son.

He`s a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.

Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack

booth on your pants.

I`ll never forget your sailor mirth,

how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.

His name is Jaques. He said this is mother`s ring.

Take it as a prof for my love.

And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs.

Excuse me. Want you to know what`s true?

I`ve no ring and there`s no man.

I need fivethousand for the abortion.

Please! Send it fast as fast as you can!

Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir" I can`t find the one

for whom I yearn. You know `bout your hurting sailor flirts.

Pick me up like every comb you`d found in the dirt.



Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack

booth on your pants.

I`ll never forget your sailor mirth,

how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.



Like his own son

Dancing, dinner, what I want

A ring and a wedding dress

French whispers in sweet caress

Hello my sailor!



I am married now and I white you from Lyon,

I drink no more,

I smoke real less, you know `cause I`m pregnant since

you`ve been gone.

My husband says he`ll bring him up

like if he is his own son.

He`s a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.

Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack

booth on your pants.

I`ll never forget your sailor mirth,

how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.

His name is Jaques. He said this is mother`s ring.

Take it as a prof for my love.

And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs.

Excuse me. Want you to know what`s true?

I`ve no ring and there`s no man.

I need fivethousand for the abortion.

Please! Send it fast as fast as you can!

Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir" I can`t find the one

for whom I yearn. You know `bout your hurting sailor flirts.

Pick me up like every comb you`d found in the dirt.



Remember, "je t`aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack

booth on your pants.

I`ll never forget your sailor mirth,

how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.



Like his own son

Dancing, dinner, what I want

A ring and a wedding dress

French whispers in sweet caress

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