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Rickie Lee Jones Traffic From Paradise

Jolie, jolie, pretty little thing Berce moi toute la nuit All I want you to do is just be happy And we went on a walk and we went on a hill And come

Begging round the sun beaten streets I can't make me no connections Locals here no speak no English Where is my woman, well no one knows Ah well, some

place that sets my soul alive There's a rainbow above me that the storm clouds hide And kind works will never die Cuz the magic in kindness springs from

There, there is my ship Finally come in I see the mast rolling on the steps Over the garden wall I hear the sailor's call I see the albatross Over and

with me a while In the theater of dream We are sleeping in the aisle Wind climbs up the brick Carrying brightly colored ghosts They play on you with The light from