Teksty piosenek
The Paris hearts all line the boulevarde
she shows her hand and says, "please take a card"
bouquets and lace
a femme fatale face
she breaks the hearts along the boulevarde
but beggers buy love on the boulevarde
and red light stains the stairs and life is hard
God only knows
it never pays
'cause they all die young on the boulevarde
Submitted by Michael Hack
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