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Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist): [singing] He plays the cello beautifully, You play the piano well, But I play games with all the boys, And really give them hell, The black and white notes play as you tinkle the keys,
Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist), Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': But all the boys just shout for joy, When I wiggle my hips, When I wiggle my hips,
Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist): He strums a banjo joyfully, You're a genius on the flute,
Bob, the Pianist, Plumitif (the lyricist), Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': But all the males just stand and stare, if I start getting cute...
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Florence, 'Cléo Victoire': [singing] Beauty wasted, Cold and naked, How can my body dream, Without you, Without you...
Jean-Claude Brialy
Extended Reading
