| Oh la la, there’s Mademoiselle de Paree
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| Light of heart, fancy free
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| She’s the spirit of Spring in Paris
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| When you stroll down the Rue de la Paix
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| On a beautiful morning in May
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| It is heaven on earth, you’ll agree
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| Just to meet Mademoiselle de Paree
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| She’s got a style, famous in town
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| Even her smile goes with her gown
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| Bonjour Mademoiselle, bon appetit
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| Comme tu es belle, that means you’re sweet
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| She’s so chic and adorable
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| No one thinks it deplorable
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| When men all turn around just to see
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| Mademoiselle de Paree
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| You bet girls get a kick from her
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| Learn each cute little trick from her
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| In their hearts they would all like to be
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| Mademoiselle de Paree
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| Light of heart, fancy free
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| She’s the spirit of Spring in Paris
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| She has clothes with a zing to 'em
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| She’s got curves and they cling to 'em
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| Sheer silk stockings and shoes number three
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| Mademoiselle de Paree
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| When she frowns there’s disdain in it
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| But her smile has champagne in it
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| She breaks hearts and collects the debris
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| Mademoiselle de Paree
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| Oh, la la
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| Ah, oui oui
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| So you better look out in Paree
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| What a style and that smile
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| I walk a mile, just to see
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| Mademoiselle de Paree
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| She’s the one girl for me
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| Mademoiselle de Paree |