Take a bus, who needs a car.
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We'll eat here, close by the door.
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I'm not very hungry now are you?
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Is it ok, if I share yours with you?
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I've got no money and I think, I believe that you knew.
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Remember the moon, on the water how she'd shine?
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The taste of the sheets, and the feel of the wine.
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Wasn't I glad, that you were mine
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In the Grande Affaire?
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Take a boat, or maybe a plane,
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Anywhere now except Greece or Spain.
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For sure I know where I am,
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I see canals, this is Amsterdam.
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Friends here and they know, they can say who I am.
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Remember the room without any view?
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Frightened we'd meet, someone that we knew,
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No farewells or how-do-you-dos
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In the Grande Affaire.
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Now I stay, at the best hotels,
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And there's white coated waiters attend me,
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And I look, at the beautiful girls,
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Do they really believe they can win me?
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I drive now, it's seldom I walk.
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Speak French, but I'd rather not talk.
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And which suit will I wear tonight?
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Take out the brown, but in the end wear the white.
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After shade stepping out, stepping into the light.
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Remember the moon on the water how she'd shine,
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The year was all wrong, so we sent back the wine,
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And wasn't I glad that you were mine,
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In the Grande Affaire?
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The Grande Affaire
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