It began like other summers
There was sound of hammering
And the grass - it was so green
In this place
She was standing at the wall and
She was gazing at my door
Seemed as lonely as can be to me
Girl, you're such a gift
And Mrs Oliver, go start me up
At the end of July we'll talk about it
Many years later
You will tell of it in Paris bar
You will call it "just some fun"
But now, girl - you're a wild one
Oh yes, girlie, you're such a...
So Mrs Oliver, go start me up
At the end of July we'll talk about it
I love you
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