Les gens de ma sorteSont de vrais amoursSur le pas d’ leur porteIls vous disent «
Bonjour
!
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Hello
! Tu viens chéri
?
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Tu seras mon homme
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Là-haut dans mon p’tit nid
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Tu pourras admirer Paris
»Les gens de ma sorteOnt un p’tit béguin

Pour les gens qui portentLe «
chic parisien
»Pour faire des foliesUne douce ivresse
:Le Paradis des petites femmes de Paris
Sur les Champs-ElyséesTout près des quais de la SeineAu comptoir des cafésAux abords du Bois d’VincennesOn peut les voir passerTrès

coquettes elles se promènentMon Dieu qu’elles sont joliesMais moi j’vous l’dit
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Les gens de ma sorteOnt des rendez-vousQui parfois rapportentExtrêmement beaucoupQuand dîner sur l’boul’vardD’vient une habitudeOn n
‘a plus le cafardEt les idées comme du café noirLes gens de ma sorteRêvent de bijouxQue les Dames portentAutour de leur couEt si cela finitAdieu la richesse...Je veux aller là où mon cœur me conduitAu Paradis des petites femmes de Paris

English translation :
LES PETITES FEMMES DE PARIS
People like meAre proper dearsOn their door stepThey say
«
Allo darlin’ fancy a bit?”“you’ll be my man
»”Up their in my little nest”“You can admire Paris”People like me
Take a fancyTo people who wear“Parisian chic”So are folliesAre bathed in sweet inebriation:The paradise of the little ladies of Paris

On the Champs ElyséesRight by the quays of the SeineIn the café barsTo the edges of the Bois de VincennesWe see them go bySo coquettish as they walkMy word how pretty they areBut I must tell you people like meHave rendez-vousWhich sometimesBring in a lot of moneyWhen we become accustomedTo dining on the boulevardWe lose the bluesAnd thoughts as black as café noir.People like me
Dream of jewelsThat grand ladies wearAround their necksAnd, dream over,Farewell richness…I want to go where my heart leads meTo the paradise of the little ladies of Paris

The Attraction of Opposites

Music By Sebastijan Duh
Lyrics by John Greaves

I’m this you’re that
You’re sharp and I’m flat
You’re hot I’m not
you’re bold and I’m shy
Maybe one day w’ell see eye to eye?

We’re told that it’s a fact
That opposites attract
Are we made for each other?
Funny how it goes
You hit it on the nose (Yeah!)

I’ll be here ,you’ll be there
We could be anywhere
I’don’t care, we’re a pair
What are we waiting for?
I don’t see no need for hesitating

Let’s not analyse
The wherefore’s and the why’s
Cos you know that there is no
Better place to start
Listen to your heart

We can go readily
Taking it steadily
Perfectly thrlilingly
Ever so willingly
It’s not complicated

I can go high
I can go low
Fast,
slow
Let that river flow

Maybe we are right
Maybe we are wrong
It was meant to happen all along
So if he is mine I’m his
That’s the way it is
Love is bitter-sweet
There’s nothing we can
Do about it

Is it all probable?
Nothing’s impossible
chemical,’lectrical, don’t try to fight it it’s
Cleary unavoidable

Don’t ask why
Don’t try to understand


Just give me your hand
My oh my is this life… Grand

THE TALK OF THE TOWN

Music by Julien Vega
Lyrics by John Greaves & Julien Vega

At last here comes the big day
I’ve waited for this moment
For so long
I’ve got a Broadway opening
Finally things are happening
My way

There will be lines around the block
Stars in limos, famous celebrities
New York’s finest
All come to see me

The thrill, the magic of applause,
Someone like me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me

The heights of fame are heady
But I am more than ready
To get there
So here I am at last
I’m going places fast
And I know where

I’ve always been aware of it
One day I’ll be getting my share of it
And I’m gonna be
The talk of the town

The thrill, the magic of applause,
That little old me simply adores
If I’m a hit I must admit immodestly
I had it coming to me and the whole world can see that I’m ready to be
The talk of the town