Ian & Sylvia — The French Girl

[Verse 1] Three silver rings on slim hands waiting Flash bright in candlelight 'til Sunday's early morn We found her room that rainy morning She took my hand through winding roads and led me home [Verse 2] Some red French wine when later waking In her warm hideaway, she smiled and combed her hair We talked of all, we talked of nothing I left with promises to meet, she told me where [Bridge] Ah, she laughed each time I asked her name Vague promises to meet again But her friends down at thе French café Had no English words for me [Verse 3] So you may find above thе border A girl with silver rings, I never knew her name You're bound to lose, she's too much for you She'll leave you lost some rainy morn, you won't be the same [Outro] You won't be the same


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