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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