| I was walking round in Paris
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| Near the Zanzibar
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| Said the woman at the front door
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| «Do you know the place you are?
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| This place is from the fancy
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| I don’t think you fit the scene
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| You’re just an American Black boy
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| I’m a French African Queen"
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| And she was tall and statuesque
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| She looked straight over my puzzled head
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| She said «Don't make me get real ugly
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| You heard just what I said»
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| «I've got music for the people
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| I must fulfill my precious dream
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| To bring blues from America
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| To the French African queen"
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| «Ah, oui ou! |
| i»
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| I was walking round in Paris
|
| Near the Zanzibar
|
| Said the woman at the front door
|
| «Do you know the place you are?
|
| This place is from the fancy
|
| I don’t think you fit the scene
|
| You’re just an American Black boy
|
| I’m a French African Queen"
|
| And she was tall and statuesque
|
| She looked straight over my puzzled head
|
| She said «Don't make me get real ugly
|
| You heard just what I said»
|
| «I've got music for the people
|
| I must fulfill my precious dream
|
| To bring blues from America
|
| To the French African queen"
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| «Hear my words were not so different
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| Land and language in the way
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| We feel the same human feelings
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| With different words we say
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| We are fruit from the same tree
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| I think you know just what I mean»
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| «I am your American Black boy
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| You’re my French African queen» |