| I recognize your majesty
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| Of course you do
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| You silly goose
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| I am the queen, of course you knew
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| My profile is on every Franc and every sou
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| I know who you are
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| I recognize your majesty from days gone by
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| The small chateau where I grew up? |
| Perhaps Versailles?
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| That tawdry inn, in the Pigale, I cannot lie
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| I know who you are
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| But why dredge up old memories?
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| Times you got swimmingly through
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| You’d have preferred that I had never breathd a word
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| I know you
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| I know you
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| Come closer, dear, it’s coming back a tiny trac
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| I must admit, I never quite forget a face
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| Though every feature’s in a slightly different place
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| I know who you are
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| I vaguely see you dancing with a beefy man
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| You’re thinking of the Ballets Russes, where I began
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| A pas de deux
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| But with a rose, and with a fan
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| I know who you are
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| But why poke through your chifforobe?
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| One never knows what one finds
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| Though in the end you may dig up a useful friend
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| Two like minds
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| I know you
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| You’ve quite a knack for bringing back old memories
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| To help you, dear, to see the forest for the trees
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| Now I recall you dressed in tights, on a trapeze?
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| I know who you are
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| Another time, another place and way back when
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| So many years, so many nights
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| So many men
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| Remind me, dear one, did I ever like you then?
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| I know who you are
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| What a joy to see you again
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| Straight from the «how do you do»
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| To in the end discovering a long-lost friend
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| I know you
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| I know you |