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My story is so tiresome.(tiresome!) |
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Back in France, |
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I was rich as they come.(as they come!) |
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But I lost all my wealth |
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And my good mental health. |
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Now I live with ze filth and ze scum.(and ze scum!) |
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I'm Pierre, ze only french bum in |
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New York (ooooooooh) |
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When I open my |
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Boone's Farm, |
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I still sniff ze cork (ooooooooh) |
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So have you a quarter? |
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I'm begging you, please. (ooooooooh) |
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I have to have wine with my government cheese. |
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I really should bid you adieu.(bid adieu!) |
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I'm feeling a bit sacre bleu.(sacre bleu!) |
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My life is a hell. |
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I give off a bad smell, |
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But I'm French, so that's always been true. |
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Pee-ew! |
