| She stood by the window inviting with a clear silhouette
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| I could not believe my own eyes so I turned a compete pirouette
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| She was still there, Sacre Bleu
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| Why is she carelessly touching her hair
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| What is she doing to me
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| Does she know
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| I went to her door and at the first touch it swung open wide
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| And before I could stop or go out to find somewhere to hide I was inside
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| And there she was, Sacre Bleu
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| She smiled and I knew that I wanted hers
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| We touched and the world exploded
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| Now I’m in this prison accused of a bad case of rape
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| I’ve told the story but the truth is much to hard to take, I can’t escape
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| What has she done to me, Sacre Bleu
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| They call me an animal and brand me a cad
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| But I’m just a gullible lad
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| She’s had and I’ve been had |