| Georgina Bailey had come of age
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| Her mother sent her off to France
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| To live with Jean-Paul, her loving uncle
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| Teacher of drama and modern dance
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| He taught her fine cuisine
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| Showed her things she’s never seen
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| He was the perfect gentleman
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| And in the evening she got warm feelings
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| She didn’t seem to understand
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| She loved his company
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| Proud walking with him
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| Turning her eys from young men’s glance
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| Jean-Paul mant everything
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| Could have had her on a string
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| None of the young men had a chance
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| He was a very special man
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| Well known and loved in all Marseilles
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| And in the women’s eyes was fancied
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| For his debonair and charming ways
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| Ooo-hoo
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| Georgina Bailey had come of age
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| And all her thoughts turned to romance
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| One summer evening saw the beginning
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| Of what they call 'amour' in France
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| She fell completely
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| Quite indiscreetly
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| Jean-Paul did not know what to say
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| But I am your uncle
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| I love you like an uncle
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| Oh it is well known in Marseilles
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| Jean-Paul keeps company with a man from gay Paree
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| You see, Georgina, that’s his way |