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DeVille |
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I was standing on the corner of the avenue |
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I was watching all the girls go by |
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And there she was in a five and ten cent store |
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Somehow I got to make her mine |
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Yeah somehow I got to make her mine. |
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I was way uptown, I was lost in the crowd |
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I was in blood bank, I was standing in line |
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And there she was, she was checking my count |
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Somehow I got to make her mine |
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Yeah somehow I got to make her mine. |
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She got style, she got taste, she's got long, long legs |
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She got savoir faire |
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She don't need no hook, she's got more than good looks |
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She got savoir faire. |
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Maybe in some cafe, along the Champs-Elysee |
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Maybe Rome, maybe Avenue C. |
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I know I've seen your face some place before |
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Baby, I love the way you paint your lips |
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Yes, I love the way you move your hips. |
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She got style, she got taste, she's got long, long legs |
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She got savoir faire |
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She don't need no hook, she's got more than good looks |
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She got savoir faire. |
