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I saw you in a Paris museum between the frames
But you fooled my eye as the crowd inside
Went rushing for the Mona Lisa
Like she was going away
I idled up to the Venus de Milo
Wanting to be in your arms
I backed up to take a photo
And set off the alarms
They were checking my authenticity
And I tried to avoid catastrophe
In a Paris museum
In a Paris museum
Why did the painters paint like that
The light comes through the clouds like that
And the dress falls from the breast
To please some king like you please me
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