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Well you are not what you seem
You, my dear, you are a dream
Just like those films we've never seen
Where the blues, they change to green
Your eyes turn over like scenes
The pages in a magazine
Faces
of
Ben
Vereen
The
History
of
French
Cuisine
The gluttony and peacocks, they preen
You are a vicious queen
The summer shade of new orleans
Where the blues, they change to green
Your eyes turn over like scenes
The pages in a magazine
Faces
of
Ben
Vereen
The
History
of
French
Cuisine
A tuneless song for lovers to sing
And the kind of eyes that see in my dreams
Well you are not as you seem
You, in fact, are a dream
Just like those films that we've never seen
Where the blues, they change to green
Your eyes turn over like scenes
The pages in a magazine
Faces
of
Ben
Vereen
The
History
of
French
Cuisine
A tuneless song for lovers to sing
And the kind of eyes, they see in Kid Congo's dreams
I said good bye good bye
I said au revoir au revoir
I said good by by by by by by by by by
Good bye⦠Good bye
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