| Jeanine, when I gave you my smile you didn't ask
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| If it was love or just my pretext
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| For later in the middle of that hair of yours
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| Michelle, when I told you I was leaving you didn't cry
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| But you smiled at me as I went to meet the wind;
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| I had the air of someone who never comes back
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| Marie, time passes and I don't forget you anymore
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| When you said "come and have a coffee"
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| When you spoke and you never contradicted me
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| How many beds to make, how many excuses to invent
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| How many fires with straw in the nights of battle:
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| Languid nights with females who keep us company
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| Easy women's tango
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| That make you have fun
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| And they occupy stanzas of songs;
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| That they go away in the morning
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| And they don't leave a trail
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| Tango, for every woman
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| That for a minute she was mine
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| Jojo, when I told you I loved him you understood me
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| And you hid from me that pride was hurt;
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| It would have been better to go away with you
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| Isabelle, the years go by and I wish I had you here
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| Resurrect that story that ended
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| Feel the heat that only you gave me
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| How many transgressive evenings between two understanding hands
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| Maybe one day those tyrant nights will return:
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| Languid nights with females who keep us company
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| Easy women's tango
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| Who know how to do it
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| And they fill life with flavor
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| I drink at their performances
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| To the malice of the advances
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| Tango, for every woman
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| That sent me into a trance
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| Easy women's tango
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| That make you have fun
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| And they occupy stanzas of songs;
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| That they go away in the morning
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| And they don't leave a trail
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| Tango, for every woman
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| That was mine for a minute
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| Tango, for every woman
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| That she wanted to be mine |