Since I was a girl, I¡¯ve been good at embroidery
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I finished up my finishing school in Switzerland
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Then I escaped to Evian, wound my car down the alps, lived only on apricots
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Picked by the side of the road
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In vevey I lived with two spinsters who spoke only french
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But mostly bickered
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They fed me strawberry wine
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I sat in my room writing you lines on doilies
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They all said the same thing
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I wish you were here
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The lights on Lake Geneva are a sight for sore eyes
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They turn the water into glass
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I could step on it and be in Lausanne
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Then I¡¯d be just miles from you, maybe I¡¯d see you in line at the shooting booths
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Maybe you'd buy me an ice cream cone
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But if you look you'll see my initials stitched inside your left breast pocket
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The one you keep your handkerchief in
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The one closest to you heart
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Since I was a girl I¡¯ve been good at embroidery
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Since I was a girl I¡¯ve been good at embroidery
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But no needlepoint will bring you
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Across this continental divide
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Across the Atlantic ocean to where I am now
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Embroidery
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Casey Dienel |