Texty: Edith Piaf. Milord (English).

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Come on Milord, sit down at my table
It's cold outside
I know you very well but you never saw me
I'm just a girl of the harbour, a shadow in the street

I met you yesterday with your girl, a beautiful girl
With soft eyes but no heart
Today her ship sailed away with her, for always
And now you are alone, too bad, she didn't love you

Oh, come on Milord, sit down at my table
It's cold outside
Look at me Milord, you never saw me
But what happens, Milord? You cry! I'd never have believed it

Oh, come on Milord, smile at me
Sing with me, dance with me
Bravo, Milord! Encore Milord!