My father is a rich man
He wears a rich man's cloak
Gave me the keys to his kingdom coming
Gave me a cup of gold
He said I have many mansions
And there are many rooms to see
But I left by the back door
And I threw away the key
And I threw away the key
Yeah, I threw away the key ...
Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you, jolene...
... I started something I started something Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me Typical me, typical me Typical me I started something And now I'm not too sure...
C'est pas facile quand isabelle te laisse tomber
Y a pas de quoi rire quand isabelle te fait marcher
Ma p'tite abeille, je t'aime encore dis moi qu'tu dors
Ma p'tite merveille dis-moi que l'amour n'est pas mort
Isabelle, isabelle, réponds-moi et parle-moi
J'ai pas su, pas voulu, enfin j'ai pas fais exprès
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