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They call me coquette, and mademoiselle
And I must admit I like it quite well
It's something to be the darling of all
Le grande femme fatale the belle of the ball
There's nothing as gay as life in Paris
There's no other person, I'd rather be
I love what I do, I love what I see
But where is that schoolgirl that used to be me

Ah, the apple trees,
Sunlit memories,
Where the hammock swung,
On our backs we'd lie,
Looking at the sky,
Till the stars were strung,
Only last July
When the world was young.

While sitting around we often recall
The laugh of the year the night of them all
The blonds who was so attractive that year
Some opening night that made us all cheer;
Now sometimes I drink too much with the crowd
And, sometimes I laugh a little too loud
My head may be aching, but it's unbowed
And sometimes I see it all through a cloud

Ah, the apple trees
Where at garden teas
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day
Vests of applique
Dresses of shantung
Only yesterday
When the world was young
Just a dream ago
When the world was young

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