True 60s Love

And I wake up in the mornin' with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are goin' off to school goodbye And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says how you feelin' hon And I loo

Dominique, nique, nique s'en allait tout simplement Routier pauvre et chantant En tous chemins, en tous lieux Il ne parle que du bon dieu Il ne parle que du bon dieu A l'e poque ou Jean-sans-Terre De' Angleterre йtait Roi Dominique, notre Pиre Combat

What kind of fool am I Who never fell in love It seems that I'm the only one that I have been thinking of What kind of man is this An empty shell, a lonely self in which empty heart must dwell What kind of lips are these that lie with every kiss that