vaine, Tous ceux qui ont pleure, Le front dans la verveine, Tous ceux qui ont souffle, La, leur derniere haleine Ont fait de ce verger Sur la rive lorraine
toy When I'm with my sweet Lorraine She got a pair of eyes That are bluer than the summer skies When you see them you will realize Why I love my sweet Lorraine
robe I'm going back to bed I'm sick to death of you Lorraine Darling Lorraine Lorraine Her hands like wood The doctor was smiling But the news wasn't good Darling Lorraine
Knowing that you're mine You tell me that you're sorry You say your heart is new Oh I will cry for you Call me and we'll dine It's almost over Lorraine
She understands She's been before It's in her hands To find the door Sweet Lorraine Let the party carry on You and I will swim the sea Sweet Lorraine
robe, I'm going back to bed I'm sick to death of you, Lorraine Darling Lorraine, Lorraine Her hands like wood The doctor was smiling But the news wasn't good Darling Lorraine
Seven blonde women They gather in the square They raise their hands up to the sun Their skin is so thin and white You know their fathers must surely be
just you try and come back to me, yeah, you'll see (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine) You mangy mutt (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine) I'm talking about Quiche (Quiche, Quiche Lorraine) Quiche Lorraine
She's crying again You lay quiet on her chest She knows you're a dangerous comfort But you haven't broken her heart yet She wants to feel safe again
