Lyrics - The French Let Her by Fischer-z

Poor
Greta thought she'd do better,
On the west of the
Berlin wall,
They went crazy down the emissary,
When she missed her last curtain call,(
The
French let her be a domicile)
The leading lady of the
Bolshy
Ballet,
She only lived for dancing,
But in the face of matrimony,
She only lived for dancing,
She still heard the warnings of familyand friends as she sat a paris cafe,
Don't leave till you're sure you'll be happierthere 'cos we'll never see you again.
She saw her face on every cover,
They said she was the very best,
She wasn't breathing when they found her body,
She couldn't stand it in the
West.

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