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lyrics
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Even though London may well be my wife
I’ve known her so long I know her so well
Though I may hold her for all of my life
Though I still love her and always will
There lies to the south a land of the sun
My lover, my mistress, my chosen one
So bright and so strong she burns through the trees
I would sell her my soul for the hint of a breeze
(Chorus)
Sa peau de Gitane,
Son âme Espagnole
La chaleur qui colle,
Qui colle à ses seins
Les flammes de son corps
Me brûlent encore
Ma maîtresse Provence
Even though London may well be my wife
A little bit tired a little bit grey
Though I may hold her for all of my life
Though nothing could ever take her away
There lies to the south a land of the sun
My lover, my mistress, my chosen one
She lies by the sea in half naked bliss
She swims with a passion they call a French kiss
(Chorus)
Even though London may well be my wife
Though she will always be close to my heart
Though I may hold her for all of my life
Though I may miss her when we’re apart
There lies to the south a land of the sun
My lover, my mistress, my chosen one
Across the Camargue from the labyrinth of Arles
She shouts with a power they call the Mistral