In the bar of the Hotel du Lac
Sits a girl in a dress, low-cut, black,
For 95 francs,
She'll give you some wancs,
In a small secret room out the back.

Down there in the port of Calais,
That cutie is busy all day,
With sailors and tourists,
She too soon has sore wrists,
So she'll do horizontal ballet...
But this costs a little bit more,
Three hundred francs, maybe four,
And her eyes seem to glow,
'Cos she sure loves it so...
"Ah oui, c'est l'argent que j'adore."

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Last updated: Sat, 30 Oct 1999.