Doralice, I told you so
Love is foolish, it's nonsense, illusion
I prefer to live so alone
To the sound of the lament of my guitar
Doralice, I told you so
Look at this mess I'm going to get myself into
Now love, Doralice my dear
How are we going to do it?
One fine day you came to me
I wanted to run away but you he insisted
Something he was warning me about
It almost seemed like I was guessing
I really didn't want to marry you
I really didn't want to face that danger Doralice
Now you have to tell me
How are we going to do it?

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