The trees are in blossom And I long to dance But I strongly hope the world will Observe me deeply And once again turn around and observe me, And the traffic will stop in Constantinople... You who have made a fortune, Esther, Leave some for me, Leave me in the jingle of your jewellery And in the ways of your victory, I don't want too much, I only want You to lead me to the beginning And all the others: Ethel, Bessie, Ivy... I detest you.... Gimme the phone number of your talent scout Gimme the address of your impossible man Gimme, gimme, gimme... I want this magic for me Gimme the arms of your talent scout man!
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