I met a girl in L.A.

The million dollar kind

She was all for all or nothing

Open all the time

But when I called her number

Her mother's on the line sayin'

You've no business

As God's my witness

With a child as young as mine.



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So make sure that she's old enough

Before you blow your mind

She may look like she knows enough

But look her in the eye

And if so

Let her go

You'll let her down in style



I met a girl in Paris

She talked like Vera Lynn

And her eyes were full of dew drop

The moment I walk in

She was awfully nice

The kind you like to win

But if I'd been wiser

A whole lot wiser (wiser)

Then I might have thought again.



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