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Leaves Eyes To France

. Don't you know you're... Never going to get to France. Mary, Queen of Chance, will they find you Never going to get to France. Could a new romance

Well I saw her down on sunset road A dark girl in a long black coat Well I knew her way back in school And I can't believe my eyes That pretty smile

it's the moonlight Made in Mexico, schooled in France ooh la lovin' She needed no teachin' Oh man, I can say international ways, I believe in Mexican girl, don't leave

?" Boy I've done it for years, right over my head And when I promised my hand He promised me back, snow Cherries from France All that summer we traveled the world Never leaving

you passed me by And I saw (and I saw) my demise (my demise) in your stained glass eyes The dust from the trails under your fingernails The leaves

don't know the red bone player Niggas in the Bronx call me mayor Maybe because they know I never pay her Look in your girl phone book it leaves you

Ladysmith wants you forthwith to come to her relief Burn your briefs you leave for France tonight Carefully cut the straps of the booby-traps and set

black eyes flash from corners dark The Young ones poor and infirm They lift their hands to your own heart Well I've seen this before Old ones come to pass With empty eyes

! Go West! Go back where you came from! Oh, why did you ever leave Ohio? A million kids just like you Come to town every day With stars in their eyes