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The Riviera by Blossom Dearieالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

The Riviera by Blossom Dearie

The Riviera
On every street a gay casino
Where continentals sip their vino
And leave their fortunes to chance

The Riviera
Where matrons draped in Paris fashions
Prolong the twilight of their passions
In mad pursuit of romance

Every gay mademoiselle
Is disarming some Maharajah
With the daring of her [Incomprehensible]
Life is so completely zany and free
By the Mediterranean sea

Ah, the Riviera
Where every golden coat of sun tan
Has cost the gold of more than one man
Who wasn't warned in advance

He may take to his heart
All the wonders of France
Then as a token for the dough that he's sunk
He gets a little label slapped on his trunk
The Riviera

The Riviera
On every street a gay casino
Where continentals sip their vino
And leave their fortunes to chance

The Riviera
Where matrons draped in Paris fashions
Prolong the twilight of their passions
In mad pursuit of romance

Every gay mademoiselle
Is disarming some Maharajah
With the daring of her [Incomprehensible]
Life is so completely zany and free
By the Mediterranean sea

Ah, The Riviera
Where every golden coat of sun tan
Has cost the gold of more than one man
Who wasn't warned in advance

He may take to his heart
All the wonders of France
Then as a token for the dough that he's sunk
He gets a little label slapped on his trunk
The Riviera

Writer : MCCARTHY JR./COLEMAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG GOLD SONGS OBO NOTABLE MUSIC COMPANY, INC.