Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
Da da die, chop chop
A café in Paris
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
Raise my glass, my eyes are wandering
Focus, woman pointing slowly
Moving past me, a thin smile
The crowd engulfs her, she is gone
A cafe in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A café in Paris, sitting comfortably
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
A viable commercial
Da da die, chop chop
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