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She had big black eyes
And the look of a wax doll
Faux lizard ankle boots
And sapphires
I followed her with my eyes
I was fresh as a zephyr
It was almost a quarter to
From the time of the kir
A girl of joy
Was going home
Without a corner of sky
In his weary heart
A little girl
Under its large umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
She changed sidewalks
I was drunk as a ship
And spotted like a cheetah
It goes without saying
At one hundred and three rue du Départ
Obscure object of desire
She faded into the dark
Without firing a shot
A girl of joy
Was going home
Without a corner of sky
In his weary heart
A little girl
Under its large umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
Ooh, under his big umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
I no longer had any dark thoughts
I had the words to say it
And things to show him
To make her laugh
A beautiful mess in my head
In his big eyes without lying
There were goodbyes
Souvenirs
A girl of joy
Was going home
Without a corner of sky
In his weary heart
A little girl
Under its large umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
Ooh, under his big umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
Ooh, under his big umbrella
The girl of joy, was beautiful
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