I met a girl in L.A.
The million dollar kind
She was all for all or nothing
She was 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
So make sure that she´s old enough
Before you blow your mind
She may look like she knows enough
But look in her 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 walked in
She was awfully nice
The kind that likes to win
But if I´d been wiser
A whole lot wiser
Then I might have thought again
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