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| 5:05 | ||||
2. |
| 5:42 | ||||
Left bank caf, Strollin the quays, Watching the boats on the Seine come back again. Where is that girl I met, That girl that made me get those Paris blues and wonder? Why did I have to roam? I was so much at home, Ev'ry lovely evening in a cozy caf, Sipping champagne along the main boulevards. She was so fine, just like the wine. Now ev'ry day is black. Please, someone, send her back so I can lose those Paris blues. |
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3. |
| 3:34 | ||||
4. |
| 3:35 | ||||
5. |
| 3:17 | ||||
6. |
| 7:41 | ||||
7. |
| 4:29 | ||||
Cigarette holder- wich wigs me over her shoulder - she digs me out cattin' - that satin doll Baby shall we go - out skippin' careful amigo - you're flippin' speaks latin - that satin doll She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me Telephone numbers - well you know doing my rhumbas - with uno and that'n my satin doll. |
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8. |
| 2:35 | ||||
9. |
| 3:35 | ||||
10. |
| 3:42 | ||||
11. |
| 4:50 | ||||
12. |
| 3:38 | ||||
Though folks with good intentions Tell me to save my tears Well I'm so mad about him I can't live without him Never treats me sweet and gentle The way he should I've got it bad And that ain't good My poor heart is sentimental Not made of wood I've got it bad And that ain't good And when the weekend's over And Monday rolls around I end up like I start out Just crying my heart out He don't love me like I love him No, nobody could I've got it bad And that ain't good Lord above me, make him love me The way he should I got it bad And that ain't good |
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13. |
| 1:27 | ||||
14. |
| 1:52 | ||||
15. |
| 2:42 | ||||
16. |
| 9:28 | ||||