Frank Sinatra

When they see monique, perhaps they’ll understand

Monique, monique
I’ve hungered so for this
Monique, monique
The wonder of your kiss

Monique, monique
Was Paris always there
Monique, monique
I didn’t know or care

But why am I dancing, my friends may well demand
I’ll tell them monique, monique held my hand
When they see monique, I’m sure they’ll understand

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