| Marie-Claire, j’ai marche toute la soiree
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| Ton portrait toujours pres de mon coeur
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| Je veux te dire que je t’ai reve tout l’ete
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| Marie-Claire, s’il te plait, n’est pas peur
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| I brought you some colours to paint with
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| On the nights when it’s cold outside
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| And I’ll shoot that blue-eyed son of a bitch
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| 'Cause it’s me who’ll have you for his bride
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| Marie-Claire, it’s no good la vie d’une danseuse
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| Tous les yeux, they’re on you, I can’t stand
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| Don’t you know that you are my amoureuse
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| Marie Claire, let them all be damned
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| My hands have bled to the bone
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| I brought you a drawing to see
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| Of the cabin made of sticks and stones
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| And there you will learn to love me
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| Marie Claire, j’ai sale beaucoup d' poissons
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| Et les bois du Nord maintenant sont tranquilles
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| Je te promet de ne pas boire la boisson
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| Oublie le Montreal, la vieille ville
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| As I lay you there on the backseat
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| All in white there, dans mon char
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| Take your time Marie Claire and sleep
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| As I bring you up to Labrador |