Joe Ely - My Baby Thinks She's French [CD-ROM Track] Lyrics
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My Baby Thinks She's French [CD-ROM Track]
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My Baby Thinks She's French
My Baby Thinks She's French She plays a Spanish guitar At the coffee bar She's takin' self-defence My Baby Thinks She's French She like the rose perfume In the afternoon with her chocolate mints She thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kiss Her Flame is hard to Quench! My Baby Thinks She's French My Baby Thinks She's French She drive a citroen car She sings me Ooo wa wa She's prone to accidents My Baby Thinks She's French Well it's Paris this And it's Paris that, it makes me cringe She thinks she's French she likes to kiss and kiss Her Flame is hard to quench! My Baby Thinks She's French My Baby Thinks She's French She reads Madamoselle And when the clock strikes twelve She wants to give me a pinch..... My Baby Thinks She's French She's a Texas doll She likes shopping malls where the mood is French With a southern drawl They say come back y'all And they never even flench! My Baby Thinks She's French My Baby Thinks She's French She wants to start a fire In the Eiffel Tower She's lost all common sense!! My Baby Thinks She's French She likes the Moulin Rouge When the sun shines through She seldom squints She breeds magnificence |
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