Jolie...
Jolie... Jolie, my cherie.
Pretty little french girl, I met in Paris.
Jolie, cute as she could be.
Throwing me her kisses from her balcony.
She had come hither eyes
And charm from her head to her feet.
Really, my Jolie was neat,
Golly, my Jolie was sweet.
Jolie, Jolie my cherie,
Wish I had my Jolie over here with me.
She had come hither eyes
And charm from her head to her feet.
Really, my Jolie was neat,
Golly, my Jolie was sweet.
Jolie, Jolie, my cherie.
Wish I had my Jolie over here with me.
Wish I hadn't left her over in Paris
... On her balcony
Jolie, my cherie.
Jolie, Jolie, Jolie, Jolie...
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